Author's Note: Let the death threats begin, lol...

Haley rolled over in the large bed of the hotel room. Her hand instinctively reached out for the other warm body but nothing was there. Only emptiness. That side of the bed was cold. In fact, it hadn't even been unmade. She bolted upright.

"Nathan!" she called out.

No answer. Suddenly Haley felt scared and alone. Her mind began to reel. God, her head was throbbing. She rubbed at her aching temples. She felt groggy, sick almost. Where the hell was Nathan? Something wasn't right.

She climbed out of bed and put on a robe. Lillian, where was Lillian? Her heart raced. Lucas and Brooke had agreed to watch her. But had they said where? She had a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. She fell back on the bed and grabbed her cell phone. She dialed Luke's familiar number.

"Hey, this is Luke and I'm not around. Leave me a message…"

She hung up. Dammitt! Straight to voice mail. What about Brooke? Oh shit, what was Brooke's number? She couldn't remember. Why couldn't she remember? She looked up. Sun was coming in through the window. Damn, it was bright. It was morning. Where the hell was Nathan?

Stumbling out of bed, Haley opened the door and peeked outside. That was odd. There were other rooms on the floor. She could have sworn she and Nathan were in the penthouse, the only ones on the top floor. Stepping out in her bare feet, she crept down the carpeted hall to the elevator. Why was there no elevator attendant? Haley rubbed her eyes and saw her reflection. God, she looked like shit.

It stopped on the ground floor. She walked out. She walked to the front door. She opened it up. It was quiet. There were trees everywhere. No cabs, no tall buildings, no noise. It certainly didn't look like New York. What the hell?

"Haley, you okay?"

She turned and saw one of the roadies, Tarah, from her first tour.

"Tarah, oh my God! Wh…what are you doing here?"

Tarah frowned.

"The same thing as you. Dude, are you okay?"

Haley shook her head and dashed away back into the elevator. She was shivering as it opened. To her surprise, there was Chris.

"How'd you get here?"

He frowned.

"Good morning to you too, Sunshine. Not to be rude but you look like crap. Get enough sleep last night?"

"I asked you how you got here, Chris. And where's Taylor?"

"Uh to answer your first question, I rolled in on the same bus that got you, Michelle, Jessica and Gavin here. To answer your second question, who the hell is Taylor?"

"What do you mean, who is Taylor? My sister, your wife, remember?"

Chris laughed.

"Okay, no more of those blue and yellow and purple pills Eminem rhymes about for you, missy."

"Chris!"

"Dude, I'm not married and I've never met your sister."

Haley began to panic.

"Where's Lillian?"

"Who?"

"Jamarah! You know, Jamma!"

He laughed again.

"Am I on Candid Camera? I seriously don't know any of these people you're talking about."

Haley was damn near hysterical.

"This isn't funny! Lillian is my daughter but you and Taylor named her Jamarah or Jamma when I was in the hospital with post partum depression. But this was before you guys got married."

"Your daughter?"

"Yes, with Nathan. And he just singed with the New Jersey Nets after you convinced him to and we were at the press conference and Brooke and Lucas wanted us to have a romantic night because we haven't had one since the tsunami…"

"Tsunami?"

"Yeah but that wasn't really romantic. Nathan was engaged to Megan then and…"

"Who is Megan?"

"Chris! Stop it!"

His smile faded. Obviously she wasn't kidding around.

"Haley, are you okay?"

"No! I'm not okay! I just need to know where Nathan went and where Lillian is! You act like you don't know! Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

He ushered her inside her room. Maybe the pressure of the tour was getting to her.

"Okay, Haley, you are seriously starting to freak me out here. I don't know what to say. You want me to get Michelle?"

"Why is Michelle here? She should be with her baby…"

"What baby?"

"Chris!"

"Haley, sit down and take a deep breath, okay? You want me to call a doctor or somebody?"

"No! I want you to stop these mind games! I want to know where Lillian is and Taylor and Nathan and Brooke and Lucas…"

"Alright, alright. Slow down. Tell me everything from the beginning."

Haley rolled her eyes. Why was he wasting her time?

"You know the story! My annulment didn't go through so Nathan and I had to get a divorce but we couldn't wait because he was marrying Meg. So we went to the Dominican Republic and after we filed papers there was this huge earthquake and tsunami. Nathan and I were trapped and we thought we were dying and I ended up getting pregnant. I crashed their wedding but Megan was pregnant too and but their baby died and Lillian lived after Dan gave her the bone marrow transplant. Megan divorced him and you and Taylor were helping me out but you eloped to Vegas and people thought it was you and I who got married. Nathan and I finally just figured this thing out, how to get along and raise our child."

"I am officially skeeved. I was just kidding about the pills but did someone slip something in your drink? You're not making any sense."

"You're the one not making sense."

"Haley, we are in Alabama."

"Alabama? No! No! We're in New York. We live in New York. We're supposed to be in New York."

"We're outside of Birmingham at the Marriot…"

"No! I stayed at the St. Francis last night."

"In your dreams", he chuckled. "Maybe when we're headlining our own tours."

"Headlining? We have Grammys."

Chris rolled his eyes.

"Got anymore of those pills?" he joked.

"Chris!"

"Haley, sounds to me like you're either losing your mind or you had one hell of a dream last night. I don't know Taylor or Megan. I'm not married. You don't have a kid and you certainly don't have a Grammy…yet."

She was disoriented and gasped as she noticed the wedding ring on her finger.

"Who…"

"Nathan. Your husband. Remember? I don't know anything about the Dominican or annulments. All I know is he's a world class jerk and you're pretty much estranged now."

"My husband?"

"Yeah."

"Where…where are we?"

"I told you. You played a show last night. We're on to Jacksonville, Florida, then Atlanta. You know, the tour with Gavin DeGraw and the Wreckers that I got you on. The one you might possibly get fired from if Michelle discovers you're about five brews short of a six pack."

"Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God."

"Stupid question but are you okay?"

"What day is it?"

"Wednesday."

"No, I mean the date."

"April 20th."

"The year! What year?"

"2005."

Haley collapsed back down on the bed, sliding onto the floor.

"Oh shit, Chris."

"Haley…"

But couldn't see or even hear him. All she could do was wail.