Kyla remembered Spencer sobbing in Ashley's bed. She remembered Spencer sitting on the balcony and staring at the ocean for hours. She remembered Spencer playing Ashley's favorite cds repetitively for weeks. Kyla remembered because she was there. And now as Kyla sat next to Glen on the couch talking about what they could do to help his baby sister and her best friend, she couldn't help but wish she could go back in time.

"Maybe a blind date?" Glen offered. "There's this new transfer in my department...she's gorgeous; heard she's gay, too."

"Or a strip club?" Kyla joked. "Maybe some boobies will cheer her up."

Glen chuckled. "Maybe dating or 'boobies' aren't what she needs. How about a vacation? The girl's been in Cali for the past...God, like forever, it seems."

"Hmm...yeah. Maybe Madrid?" Kyla said.

"Or Amsterdam!" Glen said excitedly. "We could get her stoned and drink Absinth and--"

"Aren't you supposed to be a police officer?"

"Well, yeah, but I wouldn't be one in Amsterdam!" Glen replied.

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"Ashley?" Spencer said, her arms still wrapped around the brunette.

"Yeah, Spence?"

"Kyla's at the house..."

Ashley pulled her head back and looked down at her, running her fingers through blonde hair. "Good, I have some explaining to do and I'd rather her be there."

"I don't want to get up," Spencer said quietly.

"Neither do I, babe, but I think we have to."

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"Oh, the worst part was when the brother and sister made out," Glen stated.

"No, the worst part in 'Euro Trip' was the nudist beach scene. The full frontal of that old guy was fucking gross!" Kyla argued, but was prevented from speaking further when the driveway sensor went off.

"I guess Spence is home, huh?" Glen said.

"Yeah," the brunette replied. "Should we tell her about that lady?"

"Let's not," Glen said, "it might get her hopes up."

"True," Kyla stated.

They soon heard Spencer's Porsche entering the garage. Soon after that, they heard another car pull into the lane.

"Was that another car?" Kyla asked, reaching for the remote.

"Sounded like it," Glen replied.

Kyla turned on the security channel and saw the black Range Rover she'd seen at the end of the lane over the previous days sitting in front of the garage. She dropped the remote when the driver emerged from the vehicle. She looked just like her sister.

"Is that--" Glen began.

"Fucking hell," Kyla interrupted, before getting off the couch and sprinting towards the door leading to the garage.

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Spencer walked to Ashley and the brunette wrapped her arms around her. "You okay, gorgeous?"

"Yeah," Spencer quietly replied.

Then, the door to the left of them swung open and a very angry looking Kyla emerged. Spencer turned around as Kyla brushed past her, heading straight for her sister. Glen soon came flying out the door.

"Kyla, wait--" Ashley began, but was cut off by a swift slap across the face.

"Ashley fucking Davies! Where the fuck have you been? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Kyla yelled.

"Let me explain," Ashley replied quickly.

"God damnit, Ashley! Do you have any idea what you've done? Do you have any idea the hell everyone you knew went through? God, I've thought you were dead for the past three fucking years! And as happy as I am to see you standing in front of me right now, I'm still really fucking pissed off!" Kyla exclaimed, tears running freely down her face.

Glen stood next to his sister with a look of complete shock on his face. "Spencer, is that really her?"

"Yeah, Glen," Spencer replied, also crying. "It is."

Ashley stood in front of Kyla, barely holding onto her composure. Kyla was fuming. She was sure Spencer was in shock. "Something happened," Ashley simply stated, finally losing her bearings and letting her tears fall. She looked over to Spencer. "God, I wish you knew how badly I wanted to come back, but something happened."

"What, Ashley? What happened that was so terrible it kept you from coming back?" Kyla whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.

"I--I was driving home one night, I don't remember anything. But they told me I must have lost control...I wrapped my Porsche around a tree. I was in a medically-induced coma for six months. It happened a month and a half after I left. I guess I just needed to get away for a while, I had all intentions of coming back," Ashley said, nearly sobbing.

"I fractured my skull and my jaw. I broke my femur and ankle and arm and--God, my wrists," Ashley said, as she lifted her shirt sleeve to show the scars from her reconstructive surgeries. "I couldn't remember much at all when I woke up, but I eventually pieced everything back together with the exception of the entire month before the accident. I was in that hospital for a long fucking time. They had to put a fucking steel rod in my leg and arm and totally reconstruct my wrists. It took so long to recover, I wanted to come back, I swear to God I tried like hell."

Kyla's jaw had dropped. Glen was still looking around, trying to figure out if this was really happening. Spencer walked toward Ashley and wrapped her arms around her waist to pull her into a hug. As she let Ashley sob onto her shoulder, she reached back and took Kyla's hand into her own.

"Wait," Glen said. "If you were in the hospital, how come they didn't contact anyone?"

Ashley looked up at him and said, "I had pretty extensive fake documentation. No one there figured out who I actually was."

"And they say there isn't faults in the medical system," Glen said.

"It was Germany, Glen," Ashley replied. "No one knew who Ashley Davies was over there."

"What was your name?" Kyla asked randomly.

"Amanda Musgrave," Ashley replied.