Roy awoke the next morning with strong pain in his head. He stared at the ceiling and tried to remember what had happened last night. He only remembered an odd dream involving Elli clones and a hula skirt.

"Elli, you will never guess what I dreamed about last night," he said as he turned his head. He screamed. In a chair in the far corner of the room was a blonde girl casually reading a magazine. She noticed him and smiled.

Roy panted heavily. He managed to get out "Who the hell are you?" in a frightened voice.

"Don't remember? I am Muffy, you know, your new girlfriend."

"No you're not. You're that girl in my dream last night. I remember your face."

"Hate to break it to you, but you weren't in dream land. You were so drunk, that you passed out on the way back here. I came back to check on you."

Roy was about to protest, but before he could, the door burst open and a red faced nurse came storming in holding several bags of luggage. "YOU LYING, CHEATING…err, farmer. I can't believe Celia was telling the truth!" She turned to Muffy, who was surprisingly relaxed considering what just happened. "Excuse me, but you are with my FIANCEE!"

Elli knelt down and opened one of the bags she had dropped in her rage, and began throwing random items at Roy. "I leave for a few days, and I come back to find you with some stupid bar tender!" She shouted, pausing between each word to throw a lipstick, eye shadow, or other cosmetic in Roy's general direction.

Ignoring the eyebrow pencil that hit him squarely between his eyes, Roy beamed and wrapped his arms around his volcano in a dress (Not a smart move) "You're alive!" he said squeezing her as though he would lose her again if he let go.

So taken aback by this, Elli remained speechless until she remembered why she was mad. "Get your hands off me!" she hissed as she slammed her foot down on his to make him let go. Roy clutched his foot in his hand and hoped around the room on one leg, knocking down a potted plant in the process.

"Of course I'm alive you idiot!"

"But… the letter?" Roy said as he lied on the ground in fetal position. It was at this moment that the door opened up once again and a strong, disgusting smell of burnt food filled the room. Rock was standing in the threshold holding two plates of what resembled burnt scrambled eggs.

"Hey, guess what? I finally learned how to make scrambled ---" his voice trailed off as he looked around the room. "Er, incase you're hungry," he said as he sat down the bowls. He glanced over where Elli was and he gave out a cry and quickly shut the door. Roy couldn't blame him, and if he himself wasn't so happy, he would cry too.

Suddenly, Elli's temper fell and she looked sad, though her hair was still sticking up on end and her face was as red as a tomato. She stuck her hand in her pocket and pulled out something and sat it on the dresser. When she took away her hand, Roy saw that it was a Forget-Me-Not flower. He opened his mouth to say something but Elli started first. "Well," she said fighting back tears. "Celia's waiting for me downstairs. I'll leave you two together." And she left the room. After a few seconds, Roy ran to the stairs.

"Are we still getting married?" he yelled after her, but she pretended that she didn't notice him. Roy sulkily returned to his room to find Muffy eating some of Rock's recipe.

"This isn't too bad," she said.

Roy's face was upset, his brow was furrowed and his eyes were shining trying to hold back tears. "Please, just go away," he sighed. "And take those eggs with you." Muffy seemed a little offended and arose from the chair with one hand on her hip, and the other holding the plate of eggs.

"Well, fine then. We are through." She turned and left the room haughtily.

Now what? Elli had left, and if he cared about his physical health, he wouldn't bother her until tomorrow. A sudden rush of confusion and homesickness hit Roy. He wished that they had never left home, that Elli was still in love with him, that his foot would stop hurting. Roy stopped himself. What was the point of wishing? All he needed was to talk to someone. Someone who would understand what it's like to have a girl hate you because you're just a stupid farmer.

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"Is that you Nami?" a familiar voice called out. "I'll be there in a second." Despite his state of depression, Roy couldn't help smile at this comment as he waited outside the door of his new friend, Jack. The door opened with Jack standing in the doorway with a bouquet of flowers. "Oh, err," he said as he hid the flowers behind his back. "I thought you were someone else." Roy smiled and Jack let him in. Once they were settled down at Jack's table with two mugs of coffee, Roy felt slightly less miserable. Jack's house was very similar to Roy's and he felt at home. His house was cramped and his bed had many dog hairs in it.

"So," Roy asked. "How is it working out with you and Nami?"

"Really great! She gave me a new nickname too!" he answered enthusiastically. "Jacko the Whacko. I think that's a good thing… Oh, and I was wondering, when is you're wedding again?"

Roy became miserable once again as he remembered that he may not ever have a wedding. If he couldn't marry Elli, he wouldn't marry anyone else. His drop of mood seemed to have showed on his face because Jack suddenly looked curious.

"You are getting married, aren't you?" he asked slowly. Roy sighed and told him his story. From Stu's arriving letter, to the Muffy encounter, and finally to Elli's rage. Yet, as he told, he felt slightly better because Jack seemed to understand and did not criticize or interrupt him. When Roy had finished neither of them spoke for awhile.

"Well," Jack finally said. "I'm not saying what happened wasn't entirely your fault, but who in their right mind has five mugs of the Blue Bar's strongest drink in one night? I would dump you too."

"Thanks for your sympathy," Roy responded coldly.

"You should do something nice for her. Give her flowers or something. Trust me, as a babe magnet, I know these things."

"Well, I guess that would work," Roy said thoughtfully. "Though I am kind of hesitant about getting within 20 ft of her. When she's mad, she's dangerous."

"Roy, don't worry." Jack told him reassuringly. "I know how much you two loved each other. She still likes you; she is just feeling hurt and betrayed. I bet that right now, she is over at her friend's house talking about whether she should forgive you or not.

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"I just don't know if I should forgive him or not, Celia." Elli stared into her coffee mug waiting for her cousin to answer.

"Forgive him! Elli, he was cheating on you! If Hillary did that, he would be out on the doorstep in five seconds flat!"

Elli shifted her weight in Celia's dining chair. "I don't think you have to worry about that, Celia."

"But still, Elli, if you forgive him, he will think that it is all right to cheat on you. You deserve better than someone who will see other people."

"Of course," Elli replied although she wasn't exactly sure if her cousin was right. Elli changed the subject. "Celia, could you turn on the air conditioning? It's really hot in here all of a sudden." She rolled up her blue sleeves.

Celia looked at her cousin. Her face was red and sweaty. She looked down at her wrist and her eyes widened. It was covered in red bumps. "Are you alright?"

But Elli could not answer. Her voice was lost to a fit of coughing. In between coughs, she tried to reassure her cousin that she was alright. Finally her coughing died down and she was simply panting. "I am fine" she said in between long, wheezy breaths.

Doctor had now entered the room looking pale. "Dear lord, not you too Elli."