"Are you sure you want to Joan?"

"Why wouldn't I be? I'd like to see if we could work again."

"I'm not Kris Spencer anymore Joan, are you sure you're not confusing what we had with the relationship we have now?"

Joan remained silent, part of her agreeing with what he said. Kris Spencer was dead and gone, had been for more then a century, was she really just confusing herself with what they had shared at one point?

"I need to think about this." Joan said softly.

God nodded. "Okay, call when you've made up your mind." He squeezed Joan's hand and walked away, leaving her with her thoughts.

For the next few days, Joan was absorbed in her thoughts and memories of what had happened back in 1861 and what God had said back in the cemetery. Joan admitted to herself that while she loved him, she wasn't sure if it was romantic love or just love in general. "And he's right, he wouldn't be Kris anymore, we couldn't just pick up where we left off, we'd have to start over again." She thought. She smiled at the thought of getting a second chance to be with him again, to try again and get it right this time.

On Friday afternoon Joan was watching the cast register at the bookstore and working on the last bit of history homework when the bell over the door rang. Joan looked up from her textbook to see who it was.

"God stepped up to the counter and smiled at her. "Hi"

"Hey yourself, did you just get bored with waiting or is there a reason you're here?"

"What, I can't just come see you? I have to have a reason now?"

"Well no, I was just wondering."

"Just came to see you and if you had decided yet."

Joan nodded. "I have, and you're right, you're not that person anymore, same as I'm not that Joan anymore. I want to start over again. I want us to start over again."

"Alright." God reached for her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. "I do too." He replied and let her go. "I'll be in touch later next week." He head towards the door, turning back when Joan called his name. "Yes?"

"Why so long?"

"It takes time to make a human body Joan, even for me." And with that he left.

A small smile graced Joan's lips as she shook her head, laughing softly to herself. "It's gonna be a long week." She said.

The next week on Thursday afternoon, God was quietly walking the streets of Arcadia. He really didn't have anywhere in particular in mind, he was just walking around, looking at what his children had made. Truthfully he was just waiting for Joan to be done with school; he had something to show her. He was near the school when he heard the bell ring, signaling the end of another day. He hopped up onto the ledge at the end of the stairs to sit and waited for Joan to come out.

Joan silently opened her locker, staring at it for a moment trying to remember why she had opened it in the first place.

"It's where you store your books Girardi. You take what you need and leave what you don't." Grace said from behind.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Sorry, just out of it." Joan said, shaking her head.

"You've been like this all week, what's up?"

"Nothing, just thinking."

"About…"

"Nothing."

In truth Joan had been thinking a lot about what had been going on during the past week. Or actually what hadn't been happening during the past week. She hadn't seen or heard from God since Friday and she was wondering if he was okay. On top of that she hadn't had any memories resurface at all. She shut her locker and followed Grace out the front of the school.