When I arrived back at home I'd expected to come back to a quiet house. Lily was still sleeping on the couch still, and I'd hoped that Oliver and Miley were still in their rooms. Of course with my unfortunate luck, when I walked through the door and into the kitchen there were Oliver and Miley sitting on two chairs, eating from the cereal box that Jackson had left out.

"Good morning daddy," Miley whispered when I passed by them. I nodded, and grabbed another cup of coffee.

"Good morning bud," I whispered back. "Good morning Oliver, do you two know what time it is?"

Miley shrugged her shoulders, and Oliver sleepily looked at him watch – I'd figured Miley woke him up.

"Miley," Oliver groaned once he'd figured out what time it. "Do you always have to do this to me?"

Miley shook her head, "I don't know what you're talking about." She told him with a smile, of course Miley knew that she had woken Oliver up at 6:30 in the morning, despite the fact that school didn't start until 8:00.

I was about to stop Oliver and Miley from saying anything else, when the phone rang. In attempts to have the ringing not wake Lily up I grabbed it quickly and took the wireless into another room.

"Hello?" I whispered into the receiver, "Stewart's residence."

"Good morning Mr. Stewart," a cheerful lady's voice came through. "Is there a Lily Truscott there?" I told her yes, and she continued, "This is her nurse Betsy, I just wanted to tell you that radiation is cancelled for today and that chemotherapy will be starting tomorrow at 11:30."

"So can Lily go to school today?" I asked.

"If she feels up to it," the nurse responded. "Thank you for you're time, but I must be going. We'll see you and Lily later." I nodded and hung up the phone in the kitchen, wondering how the heck that nurse could've been that happy at this time in the morning.

"Who was on the phone?" Miley asked when I grabbed the cereal box and took a handful of cocoa pops. I didn't answer at first, drinking my coffee as an excuse.

"Just a telemarketer," I told her, lying as I went along. "I like to lead them on, and then quickly hang up just and they think they've got me."

Miley laughed quietly, "I can't believe you." I shrugged, "that's a very mean thing to do."

"Well," I whispered back, taking more cereal. "They shouldn't have been calling this early in the morning in the first place." Miley nodded, and went to go get the milk in the fridge.

"Who was really on the phone Mr. S?" Oliver asked once Miley was too far away to hear what we were talking about. I shook my head, and said nothing, "hmm." Oliver said to himself, "who would call this early in the morning – besides a telemarketer?"

I noticed Miley coming closer to us, "Alright you got me Oliver." I told him, laughing. "It was my mother ship, they want me back on the moon by Tuesday."
Miley laughed, and poured some milk into a cup for both her and Oliver. When she was done, Miley went upstairs to get ready for school, and close behind her Oliver followed as he too went to change. I was left in quiet again, and so I went to go sit down on the couch – avoiding the air mattress that was placed right beside it so that I didn't wake Lily up. I sat down with little trouble, and picked up a magazine on the table so that I could read. But I was soon interrupted.

"Top of the morning to you Mr. Stewart," Lily mumbled, turning over so that she was facing me. Sleep was still evident in her face, though she was quick to fix her hair and to cover up her half exposed scar. "Would you be kind enough to tell me the time?"

"6:45," I told Lily, who groaned and sat up on her elbows. "The doctor says you don't have to go in for radiation today." Lily perked up a little, "but you start chemo tomorrow."

Lily groaned again, "just great." She whispered half to herself, "and I thought radiation was bad."

I laughed, "We'll get through this together." I whispered to her, "And don't forget you have Oliver to lean on now."

Lily nodded, and lay back down on her pillow, looking up at the ceiling and avoiding contact with me. "So what are we going to do today?" Lily asked.

I shrugged, "Well there are choices." Lily nodded, continuing to look at the ceiling. "You can go to school, we can get the rest of your homework done, I'll go rent some movies and we can sit on our buts all day, or you can come with me to set up the concert hall for Ms. Hannah Montana."

Lily considered each choice, waiting a while before giving me her answer, "I want to help you set up the concert hall," Lily told me, now turning her head so that she was looking at me. "Where's the concert?"

"Santa Monica," I told Lily just as she turned her head up again. "It should take too long to get there."

"Half an hour," Lily whispered. "I know – what time are we going to leave?"

I shrugged, having not figured that out earlier on. "We'll leave at 12:30," I told Lily. "We wouldn't want to leave too early, because then the movers won't be there. But we've got to pick up some food for backstage."

Lily nodded and she turned her head towards the other side of the room, "What's for breakfast?" She asked, sitting up on her elbows again. I noticed that Miley and Oliver had left their cereal box out and just sitting there.

"You can have anything," I shrugged, getting up from my chair as I said this. Lily shook her head, and I sat back down.

"I'm not hungry right now," Lily whispered to me.

I nodded and waited again for Lily to speak. But when she didn't I looked over, Lily had fallen asleep again. I smiled at the picture and listened as Miley and Oliver came down the stairs again. Both were dressed and ready for school but it was only 7:00, and they had a little more than 45 minutes to lose. Miley smiled as she noticed I was on the couch, and came to sit down next to me.

"I have to go in early for a math test," Miley whispered to me when she realized that Lily was still asleep. "Oliver's going to come too, so can you drive us?"

I nodded, and whispered back, "Get in the car." I told Miley and Oliver, who had come up beside the couch. "I'll be right there, I'm just going to drag Lily up and get her dressed."