Jack pulled Helen aside. "Sweetheart," he said. "It's been almost Twenty years."

"And she's almost twenty." Helen responded. "Look at her, Jack. Look at that girl and tell me that she's not our Emily."

"She's not our Emily." Jack said softly. "I know that we lost JJ... almost lost Mark but that girl... that girl is not Emily. Emily is gone, Helen. Why are you digging this all up again?"

"Because that's her." Helen said. "I know that's here and I am going to do everything in my power to prove it." Jack shook his head. "Don't you want to know, Jack? Don't you want to know if Emily is alive? If after all these years we've found her?"

"You're getting your hopes up over a chance encounter."

"And you're not letting yourself hope at all," Helen said. "Just look at her, Jack. Look at her."

Jack turned his head and looked back at Babe, who was looking at some of the family pictures that were out. She did resemble Helen a bit, but that could have been a coincidence.

"Now tell me," Helen said. "Tell me without a doubt, Jack that she's not Emily." He didn't respond. "You can't, can you? You can't tell me that she's not our little girl."

"Does she know everything?" Jack asked.

"Pretty much. And Jack... she was adopted. Well I mean... at least that's what her mother told her. What if her mother... was the woman who kidnapped her. What if..."

"Helen," Jack said. "Helen. Honey, we'll have a test done. Get Bella to agree and we'll have a test done, OK?"

Helen nodded. "OK." she said "She's already agreed to anything we have to do. I think she wants to know the truth too."

"See," Jack said. "So we'll make an appointment, we'll have a test done and we'll know for sure."

"I can call," Helen said. "But I already know for sure. That's our baby. We found her."

>>>>>>

Jen twirled her pencil absently in her fingers like a baton. Laying open in front of her was a copy of Eight, Nine, Zen: Buddhism for Dummies. "This is pointless," Jen said. "They write these books so anyone can get it... and I don't get it." She looked at Riley who had a smirk on his face. "You say anything and I'll hurt you."

Riley laughed. "I'm not saying anything." Jen slapped him playfully across the arm. "Oww," he chuckled.

"Isn't that spousal abuse or something?" Julie asked coming into the room.

"Oh come on," Jen said. "Riley and I are just friends."

"Whatever," Julie said spotting the book. "What are you converting or something?"

"It's for this World Religions class I'm raking," Jen shook her head. "I'm clueless."

"Yeah, well that's a given." Julie teased. "What don't you get?"

"Pick a chapter." Jen said. "How about we start at... one?"

Julie shook her head. "Get rid of the book."

"What?"

"Put the book away," Julie said. "I follow some of the teachings. I could explain it to you... in even simpler words than that book."

Jen smiled. "You'd do that?"

Julie nodded. "Can't have you failing again, right?" she smiled. "You'll get it. Trust me."

"Thanks," Jen said. "Cool. Thanks, Julie." Julie took a seat. "You gonna stick around for this?" Jen asked Riley.

Riley was already on his feet. "I'll let you two have some girl time," he said. "I'm gonna get down to UV, get some practice time in."

"OK," Jen smiled. "I'll see you later then." Jen watched as Riley grabbed his guitar and headed out of the cottage.

"There's nothing going on between you and Riley?" Julie said. "You could have fooled me."

"We're just friends," Jen said.

"Well did you ever think it should be more than 'just friends'? You are completely into him. And he is so hot for you."

"He's not..." Jen was blushing.

"And what about you?" Jen's cheeks grew brighter. "See? You're crazy about him. So make a move."

"I'll just end up screwing it up." Jen said. "I've already been married twice and I'm not even twenty five."

"I didn't say marry Riley." Julie said. "Just tell me that you're into him. You can date like civil human beings. But tell him. Just tell him you like him. Jen... tell him."