Peter went to the ice rink. Sergei was coaching him.

These days, Peter was able to go and see his dad whenever he wanted. It was amazing, really, after all that had happened. Year ago, his dad had taken Peter and his brother Zander out of the country, when their mother had custody. Their dad had ended up in jail for that. His parents' divorce had just gotten messier and messier, until Zander had run away and they found him again and moved to Port Charles.

Now, Sergei was back from Yekaterinburg, where he had gone to see Irina, Peter's 11-year-old cousin, on his mother's side, ironically enough.

Sergei told Peter that Irina was still excited about her skating.

"She wants to come back to US," Sergei said. "She will in the summer, at the very least."

"How about the pair skating part?" Peter asked. "And with me?"

"That is exactly what she wants to do. She has a real potential. She is a born pair skater, Peter."

"Am I?"

"You, maybe. She, certainly. We will see. You do practice good, regular, since Irina went to Russia. I think you are dedicated."

"I'm dedicated to baseball, too, that's the thing."

"This is OK."

"Doesn't have to be just one thing?" Peter said.

"No. International skater can have a life besides skating."

"OK," Peter said, "As long as that's so."

Later, when Peter was home, he was pleasantly surprised to see that Kara was there already, going over her homework with Amanda. There was a girl there Peter had never seen before. Amanda introduced Peter to her little sister, Amy Friel, who Amanda had brought over to meet everyone and to discuss some homework assignment she had with Zander.

Peter didn't ask why that was necessary. By now, he was used to the unusual academic situations surrounding Zander.

Amy and Zander were looking at history books and talking about FDR and the depression. Kara was working on physics.

"Here is someone saying the federal reserve could have increased the money supply," Zander said.

"Wouldn't that just cause inflation?" Amy asked.

"I don't know. This one argues that a money supply contraction is what caused the depression in the first place."

Peter asked Kara if she wanted to "get out of here for a little while." She smiled and got up. He put his arm around her and helped her up.

Kara's head was wrapped in a scarf. That was how she handled having no hair from radiation fall out. Wigs wigged her out, as she said. She'd hated that idea.

The downside seemed to be that her face looked even paler and thinner. At first she would feel funny-looking and unattractive, then as the day wore on she would forget about it, until for one reason or another, she saw herself in a mirror.

Sometimes she wondered if Peter was just being nice. But today, when he came in, she'd seen him first, and the way his face lit up when he saw her gave her a warm feeling and an increase in confidence. He had not thought of her being there, and was surprised to see her, and the pleasure in seeing her was therefore more genuine.

They went up to his room. He picked her up and put her on the bed. "How do you feel today?" he asked.

"Better," she said. "I'm officially out of treatment. Even one day away, I can feel a difference. I came up the stairs and didn't feel like it was some major project like I did before."

"You'll just feel better and better now," he said.

"Maybe I'll even have hair."

He sat down next to her and put his arms around her. "You're so brave," he said.

Downstairs, Zander was asking Amy, "Who was the crazy teacher who gave you this assignment?"

"Mr. Delaney," Amanda told him.

"Matt Delaney," Amanda said. "He's Jackson's younger brother."

"They're everywhere," Zander said. "Delaneys here, Delaneys there. I haven't seen Jackson in a while. I think I'll ask him to play tennis soon. He's my best opponent."

"We could go on another trip," Amanda said.

"You want to see him again, too, eh?" Zander said.

"Oh, I was thinking of you seeing him, and that's another way."

"We could go see the Federal Reserve," Zander said.

"Pass," said Amy.

"Who said you were going?" Amanda grinned.

"The Federal Reserve is related to my assignment!" Amy exclaimed. "Besides, I want to see this Jackson I've heard so much about. That's the pilot, right?" Amy directed this to Zander.

"Yes, I think we should go to D.C. and have a look at the Federal Reserve," Zander said, eyes twinkling. "All four of us and any other hangers-on that want to go."

Later that evening, Zander said to Quinn: "We have some matchmaking to do. It would work out as a good first dinner party."

"OK, what's the match?"

"Amanda and Jackson Delaney. So it can be played as my gratitude for my education. Then I can include Mom. She can bring Jax. And your folks, of course. Does that sound too big? We can get help from Rosa and them."

"Oh, no, it sounds like fun."

There was a knock on the door.

Zander opened the door to see Jax standing there. His car was parked off to the side.

"I always have to laugh when people think the distance from this gate house to the main house is enough to use a car," Zander grinned. "Come in."

"I'm on my way to the house," Jax said. "So it seemed like I'd be backtracking, I suppose. How are you, Quinn?"

"Fine, it's nice to see you. We were just talking about inviting you and Oksana to come over."

"That sounds really nice. Speaking of Oksana, I need some advice."

"You do? Sit down," Zander said. "I'll try to give you any I can. But she's a big mystery to me."

"Oh, me too," Jax laughed. "This is simple. I need to learn to propose in Russian."

"Oh, I can handle that," Zander said.

"If it's OK with you, of course," Jax said. "I don't expect you to teach me any Russian if you don't approve."

"I'll leave it up to her," Zander said. "She'll do what she wants, anyway. Probably she doesn't want you to know any Russian. So I'll teach you as much as you want to know."

"He's a good teacher," Quinn told Jax.

"I know he is," Jax said, "and is going to be. That's why I come to him. Everyone thinks I'm going to make a great big grand gesture of a proposal. So I plan to shock them by toning it down. I thought of this to make it unusual."

"Because you just can't do anything the usual, dull way," said Zander.

"Precisely, son, exactly," Jax said.