Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Everwood characters except my original ones. The others are the property of Greg Berlanti.

After Bright returned home and took a shower, it was already 2:30. He decided to sleep a bit and wake up at quarter to seven and grab some breakfast before he went to work. When Bright woke up about 4 hours later, he immediately recalled last night... or early this morning for that matter. He got dressed thinking about how he really liked Sara, but days before, how he was completely heartbroken and woe-begone about Hannah leaving, and there he was... having just spent the night with a stranger he met hardly a day ago. Bright grabbed his keys and ran out the door to his car, still thinking about Sara... and Nina's pancakes...

Sara woke with a start and looked at the clock; it was nearly seven-- she was going to be late for work! She shot up and threw the blanket she had over her onto the coffee table, and over last night''s ventures, and bounded up the stairs to shower and dress.

When she got to work, she thanked God silently that Doctor Abbottwas not there to give her a lecture about timeliness. She repeatedly apologized to Helen as she changed out of her jean jacket and put on her lab coat, Helen smiling all the while.

"So who was it?... That Bright boy?" she asked a few minutes later.

"What are you talking about?" Sara asked, turning a furious shade of red. "Bright and I are just friends, Helen," Sara said. "Besides, he left this morning without saying goodbye..." Sara said, knowing that Helen knew about their rendezvous.

"I'm sure he wouldn't do that on purpose, hon... maybe there was an emergency."

"Yeah, sure." Sara said, obviously wanting to end the conversation.

"So, how'd it go last night, man?" Ephram asked Bright, who was shoving pancakes down his throat, having reached Nina''s diner, where his best friend had the same idea, and was eating some breakfast before heading home to work.

"Eh... we watched movies cause she hurt her ankle on the way out of the house last night and didn''t want to not have a date." Bright answered, mouth full.

"Well, man, I salute you. Amy and I went to Gino Chang's with Delia and they ended up dragging me to the mall so Amy could help my sister pick out a dress for her friend's birthday party."

"I feel for you, man, but I gotta go and see Sara before I head to work."

"Alright, see you later." Ephram said as Bright threw some cash on the table.

About 5 hours later, Bright headed into the pharmacy, looking for Sara during his lunch break. He talked to Helen and she told him that she was on her break at the Mile High. Bright thanked her and ran across the street, right into oncoming traffic, to surprise Sara.

When he got there, he saw her at the counter, eating a salad.

"Guess who?" he asked, in that cliche way, holding his hands over her eyes.

"BRIGHT!" she exclaimed happily, turning around to look at him.

"Ohhh... sorry, wrong answer, but here's your consolation prize." he said jokingly as he pulled Sara into a kiss. She started to deepen it, but he pulled away.

"I.. I.. I have to go." Bright said nervously, practically running out of the diner, "I'm sorry!" he called as he turned back, halfway down the street.

When Sara came home, distraught, she decided to take a bath to wind down... as she slipped out of the bathroom, water running, the phone rang. She let it ring.

Hey, this is Sara, I''m not home right now, so why don''t you leave a message after the beep? Her message played before she heard Bright''s voice: Sara, I''m sorry. I didn''t mean to... do what I did... she heard papers rustling in the background, Listen, I know we made plans for tomorrow... he continued, but I''m going to have to cancel... I''m sorry...I''ll call you later. Bye.

The machine beeped again and Sara deleted the message before putting on her robe, going upstairs, and taking her long-awaited bath.

When she finished, she put on her most comfy pajamas and got out her old address book from when she was in junior high. Berlins... Goldman...Hallow...Jumper... she was looking for another name... AHA! She found the name she was looking for and dialed, slowly, taking in every number... the numbers were familiar... as if she had just dialed them yesterday... she finished dialing and heard it ring... once... twice... three times... four times... five ti––

"Hello?" A man''s voice said. "Hello?"

"Uh..." she wasn't doing this... this wasn't happening... she wasn't calling him.

"Hello?" The man said for the third time... Sara listened to the voice as she had in the past.

"Hello?" the voice said again before... click. He hung up. Sara rushed upstairs, changed her clothes, grabbed her bag and her address book, and flew into her car without a second thought.

Bright got his duffle bag out of the top of his closet, threw in some sweats, some socks, some underwear, and his toothbrush. He put on a pair of jeans and an old sweater. He left a note for his mom and dad:

Mom, Dad, Amy-

I'm going to do something I should have done a long time ago. I'll be back soon; I promise. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine... I have my cell phone if you need me.

- Bright

As Bright read it over, he wrote a new note:

Mom, Dad, Amy

I'm going to do something I needed to do a long time ago. I''ll be back soon; I promise. Don''t worry about me, I''m be fine... PLEASE DON''T CALL ME.

- Bright

As Bright put the note on the counter and grabbed his duffle and car keys, he made a mental note to stop at a tux rental place before he got to the airport.

"How may I help you sir?" the man at the counter of Tux 'r' Us asked Bright when he entered the store.

"Uh... I need a tuxedo." Bright said dumbly.

"Well, I think we have some here..." the man said in jest to Bright.

"Good." Bright said, not getting it.

"What are you looking for?" the man asked Bright.

"Uh... something simple... but elegant... like that!" Bright said, pointing to a tuxedo in the shop window. It was all black, except for the white shirt, but had a gorgeous pale green necktie instead of a bow-tie and handkerchief in the pocket in the same pale green color.

"Wonderful choice!" now, let''s just get you fitted and then we'll ring it up!"

"Wait–– I can't rent it?" Bright said, defeated.

"Well, no sir."

"Then forget it," Bright said "Thanks for your help." he called, stepping out of the door.

"Sir, may I ask what this is for?" the man asked Bright.

"Well you see... I sort of need it to..." as Bright started to explain to the man why he needed it, Amy was at home, unbeknownst to Bright, reading the note, and calling the airport.