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She tapped her hands on the arm rests, and Barry took her hand and squeezed it.

"Loves, you look so nervous," he said. She shrugged. "Look, you're going to be great. This is nothing. It's a quick funeral, and then you can come back to New York and go back to your life of seclusion and workaholism."

"Um, thanks, but Barry, going back and seeing people I used to know, and those that I left…"

"This is about that ex of yours," Barry said, eating some peanuts. She looked at him, and groaned.

"This is NOT about Steven Hyde," she said. But he could tell that she was lying. As a matter of fact, she had wondered about Steven, and how that was going to go. They hadn't parted on the most amicable terms, and a small part of her still cared about him, even if she hadn't seen him for ten years. Though she was nervous about seeing everyone, it was him that had her stomach in knots. Especially since she was afraid of what she'd see. And how he and Sam were doing, seeing if they ever got married for real.

"Oh Jackie, just calm down," he said. "Have a peanut."

"No thanks."

"Then have a little bottle of vodka."

"No!"

"Then just chill out because you're making me nervous!" he said, and she huffed and put her head in a pillow.

"I can't believe that Bob is dead," she said. "I always thought that Red would be the first to go, and then it's Bob!"

"Well, it's always the one you least expect," Barry said, trying to get that last peanut from the bottom of the bag.

"How sensitive," she said, pulling the pillow from her face. "Barry, I can't go back to Point Place."

"Honey, we're already flying over Illinois, you kind of have no choice now."

"No, I do, I can just get a ticket right back to New York City."

"Why don't we just withdraw a couple hundred dollars and set it on fire?" Barry asked. "It would be a quicker way to waste money and a lot more entertaining."

"Barryyyyy."

"Jackiiiiiie." She shook her head, and Barry put an arm around her. "Look, you're only staying until Saturday afternoon, and then we can go back. It's really not that bad. It's Wednesday now. Two whole days, but that's not much." She nodded, and he kissed the top of her head.

"And my loves, they are more likely going to be happy to see you than unhappy to see you," he continued.

"I was a very different person then than I am now," she said. He nodded, and pet her hair. "No, I really was. I was living in a fantasy world, and I was really…. Spoiled."

"You're still spoiled, honey, you only shop on Fifth Avenue and are cushioned by granddaddy's inheritance," he said, and she swatted his shoulder.

"You make it sound like I don't work," she said.

"You work, just not for a living," he teased, and she hit him again.

"Well, I used to have that mentality when these people knew me," she said. "Remember freshman year of NYU?"

"Yes."

"I was like that but worse."

"You weren't that bad."

"I was."

"Jacqueline, I went to an East Coast private school," he reminded her. "Really. You weren't THAT bad." She laughed, and crossed her arms.

"But THEY don't know that."

"Well, they're about to meet me," he said. "And I'm a bitch."

"You are not a bitch."

"Neither are you, but if they thought you were a bitch, they haven't met this bitter man," he said. "And they will be thrown for a loop."

"Kitty and Red are going to think we're dating."

"Psh, even if I was straight I wouldn't date you."

"Hey!"

"You're too crazy." She growled, but he was making her feel better.

The plane landed in Milwaukee, and Barry rented a car while Jackie stood in the cold, waiting for him to pick her up. She shivered, it was cold in New York but Wisconsin cold was something else entirely. And she probably didn't pack enough warm clothes.

Barry pulled up, and she loaded her bags and got in. The heat was blasting, and he looked pretty pissed off.

"What's wrong?"

"How did you talk me into this?" he asked.

"What?"

"It's freezing here!" he snapped, and she rolled her eyes.

"You baby."

"You owe me big for this," he said, and began driving. "For one thing, you're navigating."

"That's not that hard," she said.

It began snowing about twenty miles out of Green Bay, and Barry was about to blow a gasket. He was an angry driver, and Jackie knew this because they both drove out to clients houses on Long Island or in the Hamptons. But his reluctance to be there was making him angrier.

"Would you please calm down, you're starting to scare me," she said, putting the map on her lap.

"Well I don't usually have to drive in heavy snow," he said. "I hate the Midwest and I've barely been here."

"You love Chicago."

"But Chicago is different, Chicago is a big city! And I don't go in the winter," he said.

"It snows just as bad in New York, so calm yourself," she said. "Do you want me to drive?"

"No, I can drive," he said. He decided to calm down because she was jumpy enough as it was. She was tapping her foot once they got into Green Bay, and began visibly quaking as they saw signs for Point Place. Once they crossed the city limits she was practically hyperventilating.

"Hey, calm down," he said, kind but firm. "This is going to be fine. They are going to be happy that you showed up."

"I didn't even come for Donna and Eric's wedding, but I come for Bob's Funeral," she said. "What the hell does that say about me?"

"It says that you are doing the right thing now, okay?" he asked, and they drove into the main drag. She looked around. It had more chain stores in it, but besides that it had hardly changed. She saw The Hub, the movie theater, the salon that Fez used to work at. She wondered if Fez still lived here, or if he had moved on as well.

"So this is where the chic interior decorator comes from," Barry said, and she was pulled from her thoughts. "Quaint."

"Oh hush," she said. "Take a left at the next light."

"You remember, huh?"

"… How could I forget?"

Barry was not very impressed by this town, but he was an East Coaster, and knew he was an elitist. He wondered how much Jackie stuck out here. She was very fit for New York, and he couldn't imagine how it must have felt to be so different, surrounded by such different people than her. She was staring at the houses in the neighborhood, her hands pressed against the glass of the car window. She shook her head, and continued to give him monotone directions as he drove through the neighborhoods.

"Here it is," she said. "I… I don't know if we should park in front of the Foreman's or the Pinciotti's." Barry sighed, and took her hand.

"Well, there aren't any cars here," he said. "I think that we should go to Kittys. Is hers the house with the lights on?" She nodded, and she could see silhouettes through the light in the curtains. Just count to ten slowly, she thought. One, two…

"So let's go there," he said, and she nodded. Three, four…

They walked up the steps to the door, which had a Christmas Wreath on it. She couldn't knock, so Barry did. Five, six… They waited a little while, but heard footsteps inside coming to the door. Which glimpse of her past was it going to be? Seven, eight…

The door opened. Nine… It was Kitty Foreman, looking older but just as perky as when Jackie had last seen her.

"Jackie," she said.

Ten.