Roy stretched and yawned. It had been a long day and yet he barely had time to look around the farm. The next day he would hike to the pond and then to Mother's Hill, which had the greatest view of the sunset. It was true that the farm lacked the animals, crops, and well, life, but it still seemed so similar.

He looked around the small building he called a home. With only one room, there was a small television, a calendar, and a less than comfortable bed. His work clothes, which consisted of a pair of over-alls, a red bandanna, and a white shirt (well, it was white when he bought it), hung on a sock hook in the far corner of the room. He looked across the room to see the small bed made of hay and fabric that the old man had made for him to sleep on, which was now used as a bed for his dog, Tuffi. He walked across the room to the bed and crouched down to scratch his small brown dog on the back of her soft ears. As he looked up, he noticed a shelf that had once been the old man's. All the old nick-knacks were still there, dusty, but still in the same place. And there, in the back was his favorite, a little porcelain cow that was holding a sign that said 'please feed the cow'. Why was that amusing again?

He sighed and picked up the porcelain cow. He then remembered the girl who had played with him when he spent a week in the country, and how she hated it so.

Speaking of which, he didn't see her at the inn. He had hoped to find her there; after all, everyone else from the village was there. There were some cute girls there but none that matched his friend. There was a shy black haired girl with dorky glasses (no matter how much he missed his friend, he'd hoped that wasn't her), a hyper pink haired girl holding a chicken, and an exhausted red haired girl that worked at the inn. The only girl that had brown hair like the little girl was Karen, but she seemed pretty interested in that dweeb Rick. There was one other girl, but she fainted before he could see her face. She has problems.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sound at the window. Through the glass there appeared to be something moving, probably a stray cat or something. He put his shirt on as he did not want to go out side in just his pajama bottoms, and opened the door.

She had to know. Elli was at the farm that now belonged to this new stranger standing in front of his door. Her plan was to go in and ask him, but what if it wasn't him? Or what if it was, but he had forgotten about her and was already married?

A box lying by the house sparked a new idea. "This is childish and stupid, this is childish and stupid" Elli kept telling herself as she pulled the box underneath the window of the house. It had been a while since she had last spied on someone, but she felt she could get away with it. She stood on the box and peered through the window. Her heart was pounding like a mallet and she felt extremely sweaty.

There was the new owner of the farm. He did look like the little boy she remembered (with a really great body) but it had been ten years since she had seen him. He was looking at a shelf and holding something in his hand. Suddenly, he turned his head towards the window. Quickly Elli ducked down. But not fast enough. He was coming outside. If her heart was beating before, it was nothing compared to the pounding in her chest now. Her head was spinning; her stomach was going to explode-

Roy opened his door to find a girl passed out underneath his window.