Meanwhile, Harry sorely walked up to the Campbell house, knocking the door, which was opened by Mr. Campbell, to whom he said. "Here's your waistcoat, Mr. Campbell."

"Ah, thank you, Harry." Mr. Campbell said, taking the waistcoat from Harry, who shouted back. "DON'T EVER THANK ME!"

"Why would you say that?" asked Mr. Campbell. "I'm not your enemy."

"You are, too!" said Harry. "And is everyone else here!"

"What is it, lad Why do you hate everybody?"

"I couldn't get through this day seein' Jean marry somebody I don't like. What else can ya do when ya realize your life means nothin'? I can't leave here, I can't go to the university and make something o' myself, and...I can't have Jean. So there's nothin' left to do but to hate everything and everyone in this cursed town."

"You'll never find peace by hating, lad." reminded Mr. Campbell. "It'll only shut you off more from the world. And this is only a cursed town if you make it so. To the rest of us, it is a blessed place."

Harry only shook his head, storming away just as Fiona came back, her arms overflowing with white heather.

"Sorry it took so long, Papa." she said.

"Oh, that's alright, dear." her father said, helping his daughter with the heather inside the house. "So long as..."

Before he could continue, there was another knock at the door, followed by a familiar voice.

"Hello?"

"Is that Charlie?" asked Jean.

"Yes, and you can't see him yet!" said Gwen, who, along with Fiona, pushed their sister back into her room.

"Go 'round to the window, Charlie!" called Mr. Campbell, who came up to said window, where Charlie was.

"Here's the Bible and the quill & ink. Now, sign right under my wife's name, then, take your leave."

"OK, Mr. Campbell." said Charlie, who thought about the happy life he and Jean would have together, signed his name on the Bible, then left.

At that same time, Tommy was still dancing with Jeff, who was getting sick and dizzy from being spun around.

"Can we go home now?" he asked.

"No, let's stay a while." said Tommy. "There's going to be a wedding!"

"Yours?" guessed Jeff.

"Oh, that's very fun...hey!" said Tommy, who, then, noticed the Bible laying outside the window of the Campbell house.

"Look at this. Married: Elizabeth Lang to Andrew Campbell...April 25th, 1778."

"What about it?" Jeff asked as he looked into the book. "People used to get married then."

"No, wait a minute." Tommy said, looking into the Bible some more. "Children: Fiona; born January 16th, 1791. Jean; born July 1st, 1795. Gwen; born January 23rd, 1800."

"Well?" said Jeff.

"Well, they're the sisters in this Bible!" said Tommy.

"Oh, that's ridiculous. They're probably just named after them."

"You know Charlie's last name, don't you?"

"Uh...Dalrymple, isn't it?"

"Well, get this." said Tommy, who read from the Bible. "Married: Jean Campbell to Charles Chisholm Dalrymple...August 21st, 1813*. Now what do you say?"

"Congratulations?" said Jeff.

"I don't understand." said a bewildered Tommy. "No Brigadoon on the map. All those odd things that happened when I was out with Fiona this afternoon. All that stuff about a miracle, and now, this?"

He hurried to the front door, which he knocked while Jeff said. "Why are you getting so worked up about? If it makes 'em happy to disregard 200 years of human bing-bang, let 'em."

"There's gotta be a logical explanation for all of this." said Tommy. "Logical enough, even for you."

"You don't have to explain anything to me. I don't give a..."

Before Jeff could finish, the door was swung open...by Gwen, who, upon seeing Tommy for the first time, said. "So, you're the one who's got my sister smitten."

"Yep, that's me." said Tommy, who was greeted by Rolf, who hopped from Gwen's arms to his, licking him while Mabel peed on Jeff's boots again, much to his further annoyance.

"OK, seriously. Why does your dog keep doing that?" Jeff asked Gwen, who replied. "Maybe it's because she doesn't like you."

While Jeff scowled at her, Tommy said. "Uh, Gwen, right? Is Fiona here?"

"Wedding aside, I knew this day was going to be anything but ordinary." said Gwen, who called out to...

"Fiona, your boyfriend's here!"

Fiona came outside, asking. "Tommy, what are you doing here?"

"Fiona, is that your name in this Bible?" Tommy asked, showing her said Bible, which she looked at, then said. "Uh-huh."

"Someone seems to have messed up your book, have they?" asked Jeff.

"What does it mean?" asked Tommy. "There's gotta be some sort of explanation, isn't there?"

"Oh, there's an explanation, all right," said Gwen. "But only Mr. Lundie can tell you."

"Who?" asked Jeff.

"Mr. Lundie is our schoolmaster." explained Gwen. "Or at least, he was."

"Where does he live?" asked Tommy.

"Oh, he's not that far off from Brigadoon." said Gwen. "Fiona and I will take you."

"Gwen, I don't think..." Fiona began, only to be cut off by her little sister, who said. "Fiona, I've been looking after Jean all afternoon. Don't I, at least, get a break from babysitting her?"

Fiona sighed. "All right."

She put on her shawl, then turned to Tommy, saying to him. "I didn't want to tell you at first because it'll be so hard for you to believe what you'll hear. And I want...I wanted you to stay with me...'til the end of our day."

Noticing the tears welling in Fiona's eyes, Tommy gently wiped them away, then said. "Take us to see Mr. Lundie...please."

Fiona nodded silently, then turned to Rolf and Mabel.

"Lead the way."

The two dogs sprinted towards the far corner of the countryside, with Tommy, Fiona, Jeff and Gwen not far behind.

Author's Note:

*August 21st, 2013 was the day I first checked out the 1954 adapation of "Brigadoon" on DVD from the Foster City Library, which led to having my own version set in the former year.