Spring break was over. It was time to go back to PCA. On their final night at Nicole's house, Zoey, Dana, and Quinn baked cookies to celebrate. Celebrate the health of Mrs. Bristow, the happiness of Nicole, and reuniting the Sisterhood for at least a little while.

They sat in a circle in Nicole's living room, eating cookies and discussing… whatever they could think of. Nicole told them that her mother was going to rest in the hospital for a day or so more before coming back home and that her father would also stay with her. Zoey and Dana talked about Chase and Logan while Quinn said something about a new opening at the Coconut Tree House.

They stayed up the entire night just talking. By the time the sun rose, they were all exhausted. Zoey, Dana, and Quinn packed their bags for their early morning flight as Nicole folded up the Pants and dumped them in a giant Ziploc bag.

"Here, you guys," she said. "Take these back to PCA and live some good moments in them."

"What's with the bag?" Dana asked.

Nicole shrugged her shoulders. "It needs some sort of protection, don't you think?"

When it was time for them to say their good byes, more tears were shed. Quinn took her glasses off because they were fogging over. The three of them boarded the taxi to the airport as Nicole stood outside her house and waved them off, yelling, "Write lots of letters! And maybe I'll come back to PCA soon! Don't miss me too much, okay?"

By the time they got to the airport, they had nearly missed their flight. Fortunately, they managed to board safely. They were out of breath by the time they sat down, but they boarded nonetheless. Exhausted from staying up the whole night, Zoey and Dana immediately fell asleep as soon as the airplane lifted off the ground. Quinn, on the other hand, couldn't sleep. She never slept on airplanes for some reason.

She was writing in her science log when somebody tapped her on the shoulder. She looked behind her to see a familiar face. Her jaw dropped. "Martin, is that you?"

"Quinn," he said, smiling broadly. "I thought it was you! I'm glad you remember me!"

"What are you doing on this plane?" Quinn asked.

"Well, I go to school in California and I just went to Kansas over spring break to visit my family," he explained.

Quinn looked surprise. "Wow, that's a coincidence. I go to school in California too, only I went to Kansas to visit a friend." She paused. "What school do you go to?"

"Bowling Pins School," he said. "BPS for short… the school really has nothing to do with bowling, so I don't know where it got its name. But anyways, I'm transferring to a school called Pacific Coast Academy next year. Do you know where that is?"

"Oh, my gosh, I go there!" Quinn exclaimed. "This is so exciting. Meeting on the plane twice in a row, that's crazy fate right there. And now you're coming to my school… that's just amazing."

"It is a little odd." Martin smiled and then he snapped his fingers. He dug around in his bag and pulled out a bag of pink cotton candy. "You want some?"

"I thought food wasn't allowed on the airplanes," Quinn said.

Martin shrugged. "Cotton candy isn't really food. It's more like…"

"A sugary substance that melts in your mouth," Quinn said, grinning. She took a handful of cotton candy. "Thanks."

The two of them talked for the rest of the plane ride. They exchanged phone numbers and promised to stay in touch and meet up at PCA when September started. By the time the plane landed, they were pretty much good friends.

Quinn shook Zoey and Dana awake and the three of them got off the plane and stood in the large airport, wondering how they would get back to PCA. They decided to call a taxi. Just as Zoey got her cell phone out, somebody grabbed Dana from behind.

She screamed and turned around to face none other than Logan who was hugging her tightly in his arms, yelling, "Danaaaaa! I missed you so much!" He paused. "Well, not that much… cause if I missed you a lot than that wouldn't be very guyish of me, would it?"

Chase was there too ready to pull Zoey into his arms. Quinn stood off to the side, feeling a little bit lonely. Her arms ached to hold someone too. But then she thought of Martin and smiled. It was definitely fate that they had met. If they had crossed paths twice, then she was sure they'd meet again.