Author's note: OH! The plot thickens as we are getting closer to the end. I figure no more than 5 or 6 chapters left, depending on how fast things go.

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"Ah, Luke. I'm so glad you're here," Mrs Spencer said warmly, sitting straight up in her bed. "Is George out there with you? I wish to tell him not to leave his toys lying around everywhere."

Luke looked at Grace, who was staying to the back of the room, before sitting down. He took the old woman's hand and patted it comfortingly. "George isn't here. He's in New York, remember? He's in college now."

"Oh. Yes. I nearly forgot. Thank you my dear," Mrs Spencer said, a small smile on her face as she unfolded and refolded the top part of her blankets. Luke stared at the woman lying in front of him and noted that she seemed like a different person.

Grace walked up next to Luke and sat in the seat next to his. She silently took his hands when she saw the raw emotion in his eyes. He seemed helpless, unable to do anything. He looked at her that way once before, when he held her as she cried in the classroom when they first started dating.

They sat there with Mrs Spencer until they were told to leave by the nurse. The drive back to the cabin was long and silent. Neither wanted to comment on the day's events.

Luke dragged himself inside and decided to call his sister. Something was telling him she could help. Luke knew it wasn't possible, but he needed some proof to settle his restless mind.

He dialed the number, putting the phone to his ear. The line was ringing and Luke waited impatiently for someone to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Joan. I'm so glad you picked up."

"Luke! How have you been? How's Grace?" Joan asked, worried about them.

"Fine, fine. Listen, I need a favor..."

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After Joan hung up, she was feeling mixed emotions. She was happy that her brother told her were he was, but made her swear not to tell, or he would tell their parents that she was talking to strangers again. Joan definitely did not want to go back to crazy camp.

She was sad that Mrs Spencer had cancer. She had always been such a wonderful woman that Joan found it unfair that is was her that was stuck with this illness. She now had another reason to be mad at God.

Joan had told Luke what had happened to George and told him she would go speak with him. Leaving a note to her parents, she set off towards the hospital.

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"Luke are you okay?" Grace asked as he sat next to her on the couch. Luke didn't answer. He just stared straight ahead. "Hello? Earth the Rocket Boy!" Grace said, playfully pushing him.

"Don't touch me."

Grace looked at him, not recognizing who he had just become. This was not the Luke that Grace had fallen for. "Fine then," Grace said, getting up from the couch. "All I wanted to do was help you, to make you feel better. You're going through something I don't understand. If you don't let me understand, I can't freakin' help you!"

Grace stormed off towards the lake. She pulled off her shirt and shorts, having her bathing suit underneath her clothes, and jumped in. Tears threaten to fall, but Grace fought them. No guy was supposed to make her cry, and she wasn't about to let it start now.

Grace swam blindly, not knowing nor caring where she was going. She lifted herself on the first dock she could find, only to find the cause of it all. She was standing on the dock of Mrs Spencer's house. Sighing, she made her way inside, thunder storm clouds rolling in.

Grace made her way to the bathroom in attempt to find towels. She opened the door and looked around. One towel was left in the open pantry and Grace took it. Sitting on the toilet seat, Grace dried herself off. She saw a piece of paper sticking out of the medicine cabinet. Her curious side got the better of her, and she opened it. The paper fluttered to the floor and Grace picked it up.

"'How to prevent cancer'," she read out loud, her voice shattering the silence in the house. "Much good it did." Grace notice that Mrs Spencer had circled "Family History of Cancer" and knew straight away that was the reason for her healthy living.

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Joan drove carefully towards the hospital, a raging thunder storm over head. She hoped that Grace and Luke were fine in that Cabin with the weather being as crummy as it was. Joan remembered a summer where the rain had started leaking in the roof and buckets lined the floor upstairs.

Finally arriving at the hospital, Joan ran all the way into the reception area, feeling very wet. She walked up to the attending nurse and asked, "Can you please tell me in what room George Spencer is, please?"

"Joan, I am so glad that you're helping your brother. See, I told you staying home today was a good idea." Nurse God said. She flipped her hair back and popped a bubble in her mouth.

"Great, God chews bubble gum. Another thing I enjoy to cross off my list. Just tell me the room."

"Room 205, on the 3rd floor. Just remember, good things will come out of this."

Joan rolled her eyes. Nothing good ever came out of having cancer, but Joan knew better than to tell this to God. He probably already knew that and He probably has something planned. Joan knew better than to ask.

Joan went to the third floor, and quickly found room 205. She went in and found a handsome man sitting up in the bed. His stomach was bandaged, and his glasses were broken in the middle. It looked as if they had been fixed with tape. George looked up, squinting, and looked at Joan funnily. "Joan?" he asked. Then he laughed. "My pain medications must be making me hallucinate." He ran a hand through his sandy hair.

"No, it's really me. It's Joan Girardi," Joan said, smiling slightly. She didn't think that George would have remembered her.

"Wow," he said. "I didn't know you guys lived in Arcadia. How's Luke? And Kevin?"

Joan smiled slightly. "Luke's fine. He's got a girlfriend now. Kevin's not bad, considering he's now in a wheelchair."

"Yeah, I remember reading something in the paper about it. That must suck. And you say Luke's got a girl? I bet she's a geek, like him. Right?"

Joan laughed. "Far from it. Grace is... interesting, to put it lightly. She a total rebel and pretty 'anti' everything. I don't know how they got together. I'm not sure I want to know," she said. They both laughed. "What about you? Aren't you in university or college now?"

"College. Couldn't pay for university this year. My parents didn't exactly leave me much in their will." Noticing the look on Joan's face, he explained. "Well, my parents didn't want me to go into science. My dad wanted me to become a lawyer, like he was. When I told him I didn't want to be a lawyer, but a scientist, he went ballistic. I had to finish school living at my Grandmother's and then my parents died in a car accident. They left me practically nothing, and left everything to my sister."

"That's horrible!" Joan exclaimed.

"Yeah, but my sister told me she'll pay for university next year. She said she had been looking for me ever since Mom and Dad died." His face darkened for a moment before he smiled again. "So, where is Luke anyways? I would have liked to meet his girlfriend. I wonder if she's hot..." he laughed at the look on Joan's face. "Okay, okay. Where is he though?"

Joan's smile faded a little. "That's sorta why I'm here. See, my brother and his girlfriend ran away- long story- but they're at our old cabin. Your grandmother, well, she's in the hospital. She had a tumble down the stairs." George's eyes grew wide. "But the worst of it all is that she has cancer." George began to breath heavier.

"Oh, God. Is she okay? What treatments do they have her on? I should be there. I need to get there!" he began to lift himself from the bed.

Joan gently pushed him back into his bed. "She's okay for now. It's a really early stage. They're already starting her on chemo pills because her veins are as good as a younger persons. She's in good hands, don't worry. When you get better, I'll take you up. But for now, calm down, or else the nurse will make me leave. So calm down, and I'll call the hospital for you. You can talk to the doctor. Okay?" George nodded. "Good."

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Luke sat on the sofa trying to figure out everything that's happened. His mind was drawing at a blank trying to think about this whole situation scientifically, a first for him. He snapped out of his thoughts when thunder boomed above the cabin.

He looked around and couldn't find a trace of Grace. "Damn it," he swore, remembering how he had snapped at her, and remembering her storm off.

Luke looked outside and saw her clothes lying in a pile outside, and he hoped that she was not in the water.

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Grace had lingered long enough at Mrs Spencer's house, having occupied herself by looking through photo albums. She wanted to get back to the cabin, and try to get Luke to lighten up.

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Author's note: Okay, so I know that the cancer part to some people doesn't seem relevant, but it does. Everything is entwined together, like a giant spider web. Wait till you find out why I put it in there before telling me it's "irrelevant". Okay?