(The next day)
Jessica: So what's all this fallen-apart looking thing about?
Raquel: (sips tea) My ex, Ryan. He got me pregnant with his baby and now he doesn't want it and now he's really abusive to me and our baby.
Andrew: So where is your baby?
Raquel: I'm still pregnant with the baby. He abuses us everyday and there's nothing I can do.
Jessica: (taking her hands) Raq, you're always welcome in our home.
Andrew: I have to ask one thing.
Raquel: What?
Andrew: You said that he abused you and the baby for months. You don't even look three months pregnant.
Raquel: I'm actually five months along, but I did have another baby of his, and he killed her.
Jessica: I'm so sorry.
Raquel: Don't be. It was my fault for trusting him in the first place and having two of his kids.
Jessica: We all make mistakes. (picks up Haley)
Raquel: I know. I really don't want to be a bother.
Jessica: You won't be! We'll help you out with your baby until you can take care of it yourself.
Raquel: Thank you so much. This means a lot.
(Three months later)
(Orlando Maternity Clinic)
(Baby cries)
Dr. Anderson: It's a boy!
(Baby cries again)
(Dr. Anderson gives the baby to Raquel)
Raquel: I can't believe I'm actually holding my baby boy. (cuddles him)
(knock on door)
Come in!
(Jessica and Andrew walk in slowly)
Jessica: (whispers) Hi! How are you?
Raquel: I'm good. And so is my baby.
Andrew: Boy or girl?
Raquel: Boy.
Jessica: Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!
Raquel: Thanks. After all the medical dues, I'll still have enough money to buy my own apartment.
Andrew: Nonsense. You come stay with us. We'll help you out for a few months.
Raquel: I really shouldn't—
Jessica: We insist! Stay with us a little longer!
Raquel: Alright. Is that what you came here for? To harass me?
Jessica: No, we came to see you guys.
Raquel: Well, here we are.
Andrew: (sitting down) Have you decided on a name yet?
Raquel: Not yet. I thought of maybe Michael or Anthony or Stephen.
Jessica: I'd go with either Anthony or Stephen. (sits on Andrew's lap) They're more popular.
Raquel: I don't want my baby's name to be popular. I want it to be special.
Andrew: Why don't you give it a day? It might help.
Raquel: (rocks baby) Yeah, I think I'll do that.
Jessica: We should get going anyway. We have to get back to the girls at the house.
Raquel: Bye.
Andrew & Jessica: See you!
(They leave)
Raquel: (kisses baby on forehead; rocks him) I didn't want to tell them your real name. It's special. You're my special little boy, Chris. (nuzzles him) I love you. (kisses him)
(Houston)
(Alex and Angelina walk in)
Alex: Hi Chey! How are you honey?
(Cheyenne babbles)
You're so cute.
(he picks her up)
Where's Jennalynn?
(Cheyenne babbles and points to bedroom)
Odd.
(opens door; a strong smell of liquor fills room; Jennalynn is passed out on the bed with bottle in her hand)
Jennalynn! Ang, go call and ambulance! Hurry! (Puts Cheyenne in her crib) Jennalynn! Jennalynn! Can you hear me?! Jennalynn!
(Later)
Alex: (with his face buried in his hands) This is all my fault.
Angelina: (holding Cheyenne) No it isn't, sweetie, this could've happened to anybody.
Alex: It's not that. Cheyenne could've been hurt. who knows how long she was passed out for!
(Doctor comes over)
Angelina: Ah, Dr. Durham, how is she?
Dr. Durham: Ms. Roberts has passed of severe alcohol overdose.
Angelina: That bad?
Dr. Durham: I'm afraid so. Are you her siblings?
Alex: No, she's my daughter's babysitter.
Dr. Durham: Should I inform her parents to come?
Alex: Her parents are dead. She lives with an aunt.
Dr. Durham: Should I inform her then?
Alex: I guess.
Dr. Durham: I'll get on it right away.
Alex: Thank you.
(Dr. Durham leaves)
Angelina: Why do you even care about Jennalynn? You guys weren't close or anything.
Alex: Actually, we were. My sister used to babysit Jenna when she was little, so we were close friends. After a while we started dating and I fell in love with her.
Angelina: I'm so sorry. But look, you have a beautiful daughter who needs you now. (gives Cheyenne to him)
Alex: (smiles) I love you.
Angelina: I know you do. (kisses him)
(Rochester, NY)
(Dan is leaving for college in Arizona)
Dan: Bye, Mom. I'll miss you.
Sam: I'll miss you too honey. Don't forget to call.
Dan: I know.
Terri: Bye, big bro. (hugs him)
Dan: Bye Ter. Love ya.
Terri: Love ya too.
Dan: Bye Alyssa, Melissa.
Melissa: Bye Danny. (Hugs him)
Dan: I'll miss you honey.
Melissa: I will too!
Alyssa: So will I. (hugs him)
Dan: I love you guys.
Stella: (from car) Come on! Let's move!
Dan: Duty calls. Bye!
(He leaves)
Terri: (sighs) Next year that's gonna be me.
Sam: I know.
Terri: Mom, why'd you guys have to get a divorce right before the SAT's? I'm stressed out as it is.
Sam: I just couldn't handle being the wife of the ghost boy.
Terri: But you were married to him for what, twenty seven years?
Sam: Yeah, the first few years I loved because I was with him but then it just got too stressful.
Terri: But how could you just dump him like that?! He's in a wheelchair! He's paralyzed from the waist down!
Sam: I know. But that was our decision. Look, I don't wanna talk about it anymore.
Terri: Fine. (picks up jean jacket) I'm going out.
Sam: Where?
Terri: Uh, to see Jake's band play. Duh.
Sam: Not in that outfit. Put on some other clothes.
Terri: Mom, Jake loves this mini skirt and I love this top. And I really want Jake to like me and ask me to prom.
Sam: What happened to Rob?
Terri: We broke up, remember?
Sam: No, and I don't ever remember telling you were allowed to date.
Terri: Uh, Mom, I'm almost 18, I think I can date.
Sam: I suppose.
Melissa: Mom, what about me? Can I?
Sam: No, Melissa. You can't.
Melissa: Mom, I'm almost 14.
Sam: Yes, that's also around the age when most girls have their first baby.
Terri: Mom. How many girls in our town have had a baby as a teenager?
Sam: Seven. Eight in fact. One just had a baby two days ago.
Terri: Ugh, I can't deal with this. (stomps up to her room)
Sam: (calls out) I thought you were going over to Jake's!
Terri: I'm studying! Be quiet.
Sam: Fine.
Alyssa: Mommy, me and Missa are gonna go watch SpongeBob, okay?
Sam: Whatever. I have to call your father.
Melissa: Whatever. (they run to the TV)
(Amity Park)
(FentonWorks)
Jazz: Danny, I can't believe you're back here. (hugs him) I thought you were gone for good after that accident at Jessie's wedding. How is she?
Danny: Jazz, I'm fine. I've been okay. Jess is okay with her husband and her two daughters.
Jazz: Give her my warm regards.
Danny: I will. How's Mark and the kids?
Jazz: Well, Hannah's pregnant with our first grandchild.
Danny: Congratulations. Uh, Jazz, listen, I have to finish unpacking before Raquel and her baby come. (looks around) Um, Jazz, where are Mom and Dad?
Jazz: Danny, I have to tell you something.
Danny: Where are they?
Jazz: Danny, Daddy died years ago. I'm so sorry.
Danny: What?! How come no one told me?!
Jazz: I tried to tell you years ago but you were always working too hard to listen.
Danny: (with his hands over his face) I'm so sorry, Jazz. I should've listened.
Jazz: (sits down next to him) Dan, it's not your fault. I was the one who should've told you and Sam both when you guys weren't so busy.
Danny: Then what happened to Mom?
Jazz: Mom lives with Aunt Alicia in Arkansas.
Danny: Mom? In Arkansas? Without ghost hunting weapons?
Jazz: She gave up ghost hunting when Dad died. She said that it didn't give her a purpose anymore.
Danny: No, you're wrong. Mom would never do that.
Jazz: If you don't believe me go yourself.
Danny: Fine. I will. (grabs suitcase and wheels out of house)
(Two days later; Spittoon, Arkansas; Alicia's house)
Maddie: I don't know Alicia. Maybe you're wrong. Maybe I should do ghosthunting again.
Alicia: Maddie, you're too old. If you did that again you might die. I don't want to lose you.
Maddie: Yeah, you're right.
(Danny appears through the thicket)
Danny: Mom? Is that you?
Maddie: Danny? Is that you?
(Danny wheels over to Maddie; hugs her)
I can't believe it's you.
Danny: Me neither. I missed you.
Maddie: Well, I'm just glad you're here. Look at you! You're all grown up!
Danny: (chuckles) Yeah, well, I have a family of my own to look after.
Maddie: I know. So, how's my little Jessie?
Danny: Uh, Mom, she's 24. And she has two daughters.
Maddie: Well, I guess times have changed a lot since I've last seen her.
Danny: I guess so.
Maddie: I'm just glad to see you after all these years. (hugs him)
Danny: I am too. And I'm here for you Mom. If you need me, call me. You know my number. I live in FentonWorks.
Maddie: Since when?
Danny: Since two weeks ago.
Maddie: Oh, so you know.
Danny: Know what?
Maddie: About your father.
Danny: (sighs) I know what happened to Dad. Jazz told me.
Maddie: Are you okay?
Danny: I'm fine. I'm just shocked that no one ever told me.
Maddie: Danny, I'm so sorry.
Danny: Also, I have bad news.
Maddie: What?
Danny: Sam and I divorced.
Maddie: What?! You guys were together for so long!
Danny: I know. She just couldn't handle being the ghost boy's wife.
Maddie: Well, if you need a shoulder to cry on, mine's available.
Danny: And if you need to, just call me.
Maddie: (hugs him) Oh, Danny, I love you so much.
Danny: I love you too Mom. I have to go now. Bye. (leaves; from the thicket) I love you!
Maddie: (quietly) I love you too. (cries)
(Houston, TX)
(Alex and Angelina's apartment)
Alex: Ang, I can't take this anymore.
Angelina: (feeding Cheyenne; scoffs) Alex, neither can I. It wasn't your fault. It could've happened to anybody! Also, if you're gonna keep on complaining about it, we can't be together.
Alex: Why?
Angelina: Because every time I come over here, the place is a mess and you're sitting on the floor in a fetal position. Get over it! (Groans)
Alex: Maybe you're right.
Angelina: I am right. Now, please help take care of your infant.
Alex: (takes Cheyenne) Hi honey, how are you? (Cheyenne cries) What's wrong?!
Angelina: (watching TV) Probably needs a diaper change.
Alex: Okay. I can do that.
(Hours later; doorbell rings)
Angelina: I'll get it.
(opens door)
Man: Telegram.
Angelina: Thanks. (takes it; slams door; opens letter; reads) "Raquel Alexa Fenton invites to the christening of her son, Christopher Lucas Tyler Fenton." Hm, Christopher. Hey, Alex? Do you know any Christopher Lucas Fenton's?
Alex: (holding Cheyenne) No, but hold on. (looks at invitation) Wait a minute, that's my sister!
Angelina: I thought you guys were Jewish.
Alex: We are!
Angelina: Ah. So, when is it?
Alex: Um, next week. It's in Rochester.
Angelina: Ah! Now I can meet your family! It'll be great!
Alex: Um, Ang?
Angelina: Yeah?
Alex: They think I'm still trying to forget about Lola.
Angelina: It must be hard, right?
Alex: Actually, no, it isn't I was over her a week after she died.
Angelina: Wait, you told me she jumped off a building.
Alex: She did.
Angelina: (kisses Alex) Oh, well. Her loss. (they laugh)
(Rochester, NY)
(Sam's house)
Sam: (after reading the invite) I can't believe this.
Melissa: What?
Sam: Your sister had a baby without telling us!
Melissa: I don't get it. (goes up to her room)
Sam: (sighs) Maybe I should sell this house. It's way too big for just four people.
Alyssa: And four dogs!
Sam: Yeah, there's that. Hey, wait a minute. Alyssa, shouldn't you be at volleyball practice?
Alyssa: It was cancelled.
Sam: Really? Then why didn't Mrs. Rowan call and tell me?
Alyssa: I dunno. (puts on iPod) Mom, I'm going over to Lilly's house okay?
Sam: Fine.
(Alyssa leaves)
(Terri walks in)
Terri: Hey Mom. (walks upstairs)
Sam: Um, honey, weren't you wearing an Ember t-shirt on earlier?
Terri: Yeah, I changed.
Sam: But I've never seen you in that shirt before.
Terri: Oh, yeah, it's Michelle's.
Sam: Who's Michelle?
Terri: Jake's sister. She's really nice.
Sam: Why haven't I met her?
Terri: She's really shy.
Sam: Whatever.
(Terri goes up to her room)
(phone rings; Sam picks up)
Hello? Oh, hi Danny. What? How? Alright, I'll get the kids.I love you too. Bye. (hangs up; screams) GIRLS!!!
(girls come running out of rooms)
Melissa: What?!
Sam: Get over here now!
Terri: Me?
Sam: All of you.
(they all come running downstairs)
Alyssa: What happened?
Sam: Your grandmother just passed.
Terri: Gramma Maddie died?
Sam: I'm afraid so. (Terri starts crying)
Melissa: How did this happen?
Sam: Your father said it was because of a stroke.
Melissa: That's so sad. Where's the funeral?
Sam: It's gonna be in Amity Park, where your dad grew up.
Alyssa: So we'll see Daddy again?
Sam: Yeah.