He can see the payphone through the small window which lights the tiny room that he rents in a big brick building on the streets of this moderate sized British town. He's not even sure what it's called. He has an address written down somewhere, incase someone wanted to write to him.

The payphone is the phone that he called Amy from. He paced back and forth in that tiny room before he got the courage up to go down to the street and use it.

Now, as he sat in this dark living space, he began to think about his being here. He'd left Everwood for this? To get away from all of his problems. What good had it done? He'd been here months and nothing was really settled. He hadn't worked anything out in his head; he'd just hidden from it in his little dark room.

He'd realized at that moment that he needed to talk to Amy. To hear her voice, and remember, remember what it was like to be him. She had helped him discover himself before. But it was clear that what he had done to her, in getting Madison pregnant and in leaving, had left her broken and confused.

He picked up the pen and began to write. All his feelings, all his thoughts, unspoken or realized until now began to pour out onto the page in a letter which began:

Dear Amy,

and ended with simply his name. He found the scrap of paper on which he had written his address and sealed the envelope.

He walked past the payphone, opened the door on the little red box and deposited his letter. He glanced at his watch on the way back to his place of living. It was a quarter to three in the afternoon. His shift at the "club" across town would start in forty-five minutes. He sighed as he trudged up the stairs and prepared for another day.
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"Is Amy weird lately, or am I imagining it?" Hannah asked looking up from her homework. This was her nightly routine sitting at the Abbot's kitchen counter doing work with Bright and spending time together.

He looked up at her. He tapped his pencil on his book contemplating whether or not he should tell her.

"Hannah, I don't know if she'd want me to tell you. You should ask her."

"Bright, what kind of answer is that? It's not like I'm gonna spread it all over. If something is wrong with Amy I deserve to know. She's like a sister to me." She turned to face him.

"Well, that call she got when we were watching Notting Hill last week, do you remember that?"

"Yes. What about it?"

"It was Ephram." He replied bluntly.

"Oh for Pete's sake! That's what's wrong? I thought she was dying or something." Hannah looked back down at her paper. "I mean, I know that sucks that he brought back terrible feelings, but you freaked me out."

"Sorry," he replied with his puppy dog inflection. The mailman made the mailbox on the side of the house click and Bright heard the noise. It had been his favorite sound all summer and now he was addicted to checking it, even if there was nothing to get from Hannah anymore. "Mail is here. I'll be right back." He walked into the living room.

Hannah stared back down at her paper. She couldn't think of the right word she wanted to use for this paragraph. It was the most pivotal part of the paper, and she was stuck.

"Bill, bill, advertisement, bill, bill, newsletter," Bright sounded off each piece of mail's identity as he glanced at it. "Bill, bill, weird letter, bill," he continued.

"Wait, weird letter?" Hannah looked up again.

"Yeah, some weird looking thing from no address with Amy's name on it."

"There's no return address on it. Well, there is but there is no name and it's a weird format."

"That's your favorite word, isn't it? What do you mean by weird? Let me see." She requested. He handed it to her. "This is an English address." She exclaimed.

"I know it's in English Hannah, I'm not dumb." He snatched the letter from her hands.

"No, it's English. It's from Britain." She corrected.

He stared at her in a moment of silence. She stared back, wondering if he'd come to the conclusion on his own, or if she'd have to point it out to him.

"Ephram?" He suddenly exclaimed.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking." She replied.

"Hey all, what's going on?" Amy came bursting into the kitchen. Bright hid the letter behind his back, his expression, one of guilt. Hannah tried to act normal.

"Oh, just finishing some homework," she trailed off pathetically trying to cover up what they had just been talking about.

"Oh, the mail came!" She noticed. She leafed through the pieces lying on the counter. "Nothing for me, typical." She opened the fridge.

Hannah motioned to Bright to give Amy the letter he had still concealed. He shook his head, and she nodded in disagreement. She pushed him a bit towards her.

"Actually, Amy there was something that came for you." He mumbled.

"Really, let me see it." She took a bit of the banana she had selected from the fruit assortment. He handed it to her.

Her eyes skimmed the lettering on the front, confirming that it was for her. Then they bounced to the left top corner to see who it was from. She recognized it immediately.
"Oh no," was the phrase which escaped her lips.

"Amy, you don't have to open it, you know?" Hannah reassured her.

She threw her banana, mostly uneaten, in the trashcan and ran out of the kitchen. Her footsteps were quite loud as she ran up the wooden stairs to her room, slamming her door behind her.

"Well, I gotta get going. I work at five. Make sure she's okay Bright." Hannah stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

"I'll talk to her." He replied as she opened the back door.
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Dear Amy,

I know what I did tore you apart. Getting Madison pregnant, the way you found out, and the way I left.

I am so sorry.

A lot goes on in a guy's head when he finds out that his father and ex-girlfriend have been hiding a pregnancy and a baby from him. I can't imagine what knowing that must have been like for you. I was mad that you knew and didn't tell me, but I know that you were only thinking of my best interests. I didn't know how to deal with it all as you probably get, so I had to leave.

But now I find myself sitting in this dingy little apartment, realizing that you were the only thing that kept me sane in the first place. When I got to Everwood to begin with you were the reason, the only one I had, to stay; the chance of being with you. Now I've gone and screwed that up. Running away was the only thing that made sense at the time, but now I have no clue why I am here.

I miss you Amy.

I miss familiar people. You, Hannah, Delia, and Bright, for God sake, I miss him. I think I'm gonna try and come home soon. I've got to tie up my loose ends here, and then I'll be on the next plane home. You can write me at this address if you want to. I don't know when I'll be leaving, but maybe I'll call you again from the payphone just down the street before I leave.

I still have no idea what I am gonna do with my life, but I know this is not where I belong. Whether where I am supposed to be is Everwood or somewhere else, I don't know. All I know is, I need to make things right with us. You're a special and amazing girl, Amy Abbott. I love you.

Missing you,

Ephram Brown

At this point, she was in tears. The steady stream of droplets beginning to dampen the pillow she was laying her head on. She buried her face in it.

"Amy," Bright knocked lightly on her door and opened it.

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"Welcome to Burger Barn, how may I help you?"

"Hey Hannah! Can I get two double cheeseburgers, a diet coke, a mountain dew, and two orders of curly fries?"

"Bright?" She exclaimed. She hadn't expected him to be in the drive through.

"Yeah," he replied through the fuzzy sounding speaker.

"Anything else?" She asked, returning to her actually work related topics.

"Nope"

"You're total comes to $13.55. Please pull up to the next window." She adjusted her red and yellow Burger Barn hat which sat atop a mass of curls. Bright pulled up to the window beside her. The automatic doors opened and she stuck her head out. "Hey," she replied.

"Hey. I'm getting fatty food for my depressed and confused sister." He handed her a twenty dollar bill.

"Oh, excellent choice," she laughed. A moment later she returned with his change.

"Thanks," he replied. "Do you get off soon? You know how to handle her better than me, being that you are, ya know, a girl."

"I get off at nine. I can come over after that if you want? Does she want me to?"

"Yeah. Bring stuff to stay over night, and a pint of ice cream. She's in rough shape."

"Alright, see you then." She smiled and waved as he moved to the next window.
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