"Welcome back to bass fishing!"

Elli groaned. When will the clinic get cable? Elli looked over at her grandmother who was resting in the hospital bed in the Mineral Town Clinic. Elli suddenly felt a rush of guilt. Roy was right, lying to her grandma about getting married to him was kind of wrong.

She sighed as she shook her grandma gently. Ellen opened her eyes slowly. "What is it Elli?"

"Um, grandma, I have a confession."

"Well what is it? I'm tired."

"It's just that, well, I am not marrying doctor."

"You're not? Well, that's alright, as long as you are happy, my dear." Elli sighed in relief. "Yes, you can marry anyone you want….except for some loser like that farmer that just moved in." Her eyes narrowed. "Oh, how I loathe him."

Elli forced out a nervous laugh. "Well actually, grandma-" She was interrupted by a coughing fit from Ellen.

"Grandma? Grandma, are you okay?" Elli's eyes widened in fear. Doctor rushed into the room looking nervous.

"Is she okay?" he asked his nurse.

"I don't know. All of a sudden she started coughing," Elli replied as she rubbed her grandma's back soothingly.

Doctor looked dismayed. "Her recovery has been less then steady. In fact, she seems worse than when we first got here. I think we may be here a while longer."

Elli nodded in agreement. "Someone should tell Roy that we might not get back till a little later than we had hoped. Do you mind writing the letter? I think I should go see how Stu is handling all of this."

"Of course."

"Who is Roy?" Ellen asked suspiciously when she was able to speak.

"Not a farmer," Elli answered as she left the room.

Doctor returned to his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper, a quill, and a bottle of ink. He thought for moment of what to say, and then he began to write.

Dear Roy,

I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but something has come up. We may be here longer than expected as Ellen has become extremely ill. I am afraid we may lose her. I am sorry, as I know how much she meant to you.

Sincerely, Doctor

Doctor looked down at his finished letter. A few words were smudged but it looked readable. He sealed it in an envelope and deposited it in the mailbox outside. He heard faint cries coming from Ellen's house sounding like Stu's. He sighed and went back into the clinic.

Roy read the letter, his heart beating very fast. Doctor's letter was in his hands as he sat on his bed in the inn. We may be here longer than expected as Ell-- has become extremely ill. I am afraid we may lose her. There it was, stated plainly in his hands- his true love was dying. Of course, the Ell could be Ellen instead of Ellie, but this idea was dismissed when he read the next sentence. I am sorry, as I know how much she meant to you. That was it. How could it possibly be referring to Ellen, a woman who would find joy in seeing him be fed to a pack of starving crazed weasels? Elli could be dead before he would be able to reach her. If possible, his heart seemed to sink even more as he realized that all he said to her before she left was…well, he couldn't remember, but that wasn't the point. He only wished he could have said something better.

He gloomily sank his head into his hands. Between cracks in his fingers, he saw a lone feather from their pillow fight floating across the floor. That day seemed far away. He walked out onto the patio and looked out beyond the sea. He saw the farm, the beach, and the bar in which he sat that day. Hoping that maybe a drink would slightly cheer him up from his deep depression, he headed out of the inn.

The bar was filled with people all laughing and talking. He went up to the counter and sat down. A blonde, of the female species, was cleaning tables. She spotted Roy, got a slightly devious yet excited look in her eyes, and strutted towards him.

"Hey, what's a hottie like you doing here all by yourself? I think you need someone to share a table with." Completely abandoning her job, the girl filled two mugs and sat down with out a word from Roy.

"I'm Muffy, by the way."

"Oh. Um, I am Ro-"

"So, hottie, what's eating you? You looked so depressed."

"It's just that-"

"Well whatever it is, it can all be forgotten with one mug of this stuff." She held one of the mugs sitting on the counter. "This is our strongest drink. Enjoy!"

Five drinks later, Roy was now sitting on a beach. He felt strange, but very relaxed. He saw Elli and his eyes lit up. She was wearing a hula skirt. She stepped aside and there was another Elli standing next to her. He then heard a voice that did not belong to Elli, though it was a female voice.

"Hottie, are you okay? How many fingers am I holding up?

"Forty-three, of course." He hiccupped.

Unfortunately for Roy, he was not on Paradise Island. There were no Elli clones wearing hula skirts. He was sitting in the blue bar, completely drunk. He blinked and suddenly he could see what was actually going on, though it was quite blurred. Muffy, who was apparently sitting comfortably on his knee, was telling anyone who'd listen that he was her new boyfriend. Roy felt his knee falling asleep under her weight. He got up, oblivious to the girl perched upon his lap, and saw an orange bandana belonging to someone's head.

"Muffy, what are you doing," said the blurred face. He couldn't really tell what it was saying since messages were traveling slowly to his brain but he could recognize the voice.

The girl that had fallen off his lap answered. "I was just having a good time with my boyfriend. Is that such a crime Celia?" Celia's mouth dropped open and her eyes widened.

Muffy helped Roy get up, his arm around her and the majority of his weight leaning on her. Stumbling, she led him out of the bar with Celia calling after them, "But he can't be your boyfriend! HE IS GETTING MARRIED!"