"How was the date?"

Zoey had just returned from her dinner with Jake. She opened the door and pulled off her jean jacket. Holding it in her arms, she walked into the kitchen where Nicole was eating a hot dog with ketchup and no mustard. She had a large glass of milk out and was waiting expectantly for details on Zoey's date.

"It wasn't a date," Zoey said, sitting down at the table across from Nicole. She sighed. "I'm not sure what it was. He was pretty quiet for the whole thing. I thought he'd have loads to say, but it seemed like he was just off in his own little fantasy world." She groaned as Nicole took a bite of hot dog and accidentally squirted ketchup on the table. "He didn't even bring his car. He brought his bike. I don't mind bikes, it's just that…" Her voice trailed off.

Nicole froze. "Uh…" She swallowed and cleared her throat. "A bike… like Chase used to have?" She remembered her dream where Chase and Zoey had ridden on his bike off to the arcade. "Did you, by any chance, go to the… um, arcade after dinner? You know… how guys like that and stuff…"

"Oh," Zoey said, frowning. "Well… there was a really flashy, new video arcade beside the place where we had dinner so we stopped by. Why do you ask?" She stretched her legs out and yawned. "Oh… I'm so tired…" She gazed out the window and saw the cars speeding on the road. She felt a pang in her heart when she saw those cars. It made her wonder if life was really worth living when every day she felt incomplete.

Nicole was talking, but Zoey didn't hear a single word. She suddenly stood up, pushing her chair backwards. "I'm going to go up to the roof. I'll be back." She started to walk out of the kitchen when Nicole screamed and yelled, "Wait!" Zoey turned around.

"You can't go out on the roof," Nicole said frantically. "It's… cold out! You'll get sick. I don't want you to get sick. Who'll take care of you if you get sick? I can't because I might get sick and if I get sick my baby might get sick." She pointed at her stomach and looked at Zoey with pleading eyes.

"I'll take my wool jacket," Zoey said, rolling her eyes and heading to her room.

"No!" Nicole cried, jumping up. "NOT THE WOOL ONE!"

Zoey stopped at the kitchen doorway and crossed her arms across her chest. "Nicole, will you please shut up? I have a huge headache right now and I'm just going up to the roof to clear my thoughts a little, okay?" Sighing heavily, she went to her room to grab her jacket. Nicole sat at the table, feeling anxious.

She's just going to clear her head. Okay, that's not bad. She's not going to jump off the building like she did in my dream. I mean, that would just be creepy and so unlike Zoey. She would never do that. Why am I even worrying?

Zoey grabbed her wool jacket and zipped it all the way up to her chin. She grabbed her keys and left the apartment room. She went to the elevator and entered when the doors slid open. She pressed the button with the letter R on it. R for roof, Zoey thought, smiling. She wasn't sure why, but trivial things like these made her grin. The elevator headed up. She took a deep breath.

Inside the apartment, Nicole was pacing and biting her nails. Once she had cleanly bit one off, she spat it out. She didn't want it going into her stomach and possibly contaminating her baby. She walked slowly, thinking about Zoey. In her dream, she had committed suicide because she was unhappy. But why was she unhappy? Nicole paused. She knew the answer to that. Zoey was unhappy because Chase wasn't with her. If only Chase was alive. Then Zoey might have a chance of living too.

Nicole whacked herself in the head. Don't think things like that! Zoey just went to get some fresh air. She's not going to commit suicide. No… no WAY! I'm not even going to think about it because it's not even possible. But… what if she does? No, she won't. Well if she does, will she be happier? She'll be with Chase so I don't…

The phone rang, bringing Nicole out of her thoughts. She picked up the receiver and held it up to her ear. "Hello, Nicole Bristow speaking, how may I help you?" Her voice was squeaky and tense. She usually didn't speak in such a formal matter, but when she was nervous she babbled.

"Hi, Nicole, is Zoey there?"

"Who is this?" Nicole asked, twisting the phone cord around her fingers. There was a long silent pause. Nicole started to feel jumpy. "Hello?" she said her voice shaky. She inwardly told herself to stop freaking out.

"This is… Chase."

Nicole froze. "Huh?"

"Chase Matthews. This is Chase. I…" There was another long pause. "I'm kind of not dead." He could have slapped himself in the face for saying that. How stupid. "Okay, Nicole, this is Jake. I… I found out today that I'm not really Jake, but I'm Chase so I really need to talk to Zoey right now and… Am I making any sense?"

"No!" Nicole said, feeling extremely jumpy and confused now. "But I don't care- if you're Chase, that's good enough for me. PLEASE COME NOW! I think Zoey might jump off the roof and commit suicide and she's doing it for Chase- I mean, you. She's doing it for you. So please come now and stop her because you're probably the only one that can. She's on the roof of our apartment and she said she's just gone to get some fresh air, but I don't think so and I can't go check on her because I…" She took a deep breath. "I'm scared."

"I'll be right there," Jake said, catching his breath. He dropped the phone and ran out of his room. After he had grabbed his bike and had buckled his helmet, he tore down the sidewalks and pedaled furiously toward where Zoey and Nicole lived. He didn't know for sure that Zoey was going to die. He only had Nicole's word to back that up. But if there was even a slightest chance that she was going to commit suicide then… he had to stop her.

Once he had reached their apartment, he got off his bike. He didn't bother chaining it up. He just jumped off it and left it on the ground and ran for the elevator. He frantically pressed at the buttons, but the elevator wouldn't come. Shouting in frustration, he ran for stairs. Taking the steps three at a time, he ran all the way up until he reached the door marked 'Roof'. He flung it open and ran out. It was colder on the roof where it was so high up. Bitter wind sliced at his face. He looked around for Zoey, feeling his heart pounding in his chest.

He was cold and she wasn't there. Nicole had been wrong. He bent over to catch his breath, putting his hand on his knees for support. That's when he heard it. A soft voice whispering into the wind… it was Zoey's voice. Chase stood up straight and listened hard. Maybe she would speak again. Maybe…

"Chase. I'll be with you now."

He saw her. She didn't see him. She was walking straight to the edge, her eyes glassy and her cheeks pink from the sharpness of the wind. She was going to jump off! Chase felt his throat tighten. He wanted to yell, but he couldn't. His legs were shaking and his knees were knocking together. He had to stop her. She was almost there… so close… so close… but yet, he couldn't speak.

She was taking a deep breath. She knew she was going to cut her life off right then. She squeezed her eyes shut and got prepared for her death, got prepared to meet Chase again, when she heard a sound. She whirled around. She didn't see anyone so she listened harder.

"Zoey…"

"Who's there?" Zoey called out in a shaky voice.

A figure stepped out from behind the shadows. It was Jake. Zoey felt dizzy and faint. What was he doing here? She was about to meet Chase and Jake had completely interrupted her! She realized she was shaking all over. Jake was walking toward her. He looked shaky too. It was as if he had just been paralyzed.

"Zoey…"

"Jake," Zoey said, staring at him. "What… what are you doing here?"

Jake moved towards her. She stood rooted to the spot, unable to say anything. When he reached her, they both stared at each other for a second. Once again, Zoey was hypnotized by his eyes. Chase's eyes… She felt herself longing for Chase, to hold him, to kiss him, to see him…

Jake leaned forward and pulled Zoey into a hug. She gasped a little as he held her close. A tear ran down his cheek as he whispered, "I missed you, Zoey." As soon as those words had come out of his mouth, Zoey knew. She looked up into his face.

"Chase?"

The name got caught by the wind and seemed to swirl around them. Chase and Zoey stood on the roof, pulled into a hug, for who knows how long. The wind kept getting sharper and the weather colder, but there they stood, holding each other like there was no tomorrow, trying to make up for the time they had missed. They held each other for all they were worth and that moment, the moment on the roof, was another memory that would remain in their lives forever.