A/N: Here's the Chapter 4!

The phone was ringing but Darrin had no intention of answering it. He was not moving from his position at his desk. he hadn't gone into the office since Samantha left. He hadn't felt the need to put on a tie and shoes and have Larry ask him questions he didn't want to answer. so he decided to work at home. So far he'd gotten a couple of sketches done. not much..but better than nothing. He knew it'd be Larry on the phone. Who else would call? Finally he got up and answered the ringing phone. More to get it to be quiet than anything.

"Hello?" he said. the voice from the other line was one he didn't quite recognize.

"Hello. Mr. Stephens?"

"Yes. Who is this?"

"this is Ms. Veronica Little. I was told by a Mr. Larry Tate that i could reach you here."

"Hello Ms. Little. what can I do for you?"

"I'm interested in finding a new advertising executive to handle my account. Mr. Tate tells me that you are the finest he has. I'd like to meet you and discuss the kind of campaign I'm looking for."

"Well Ms. Little..i'm flattered. i'm working at home today but I'll be glad to meet with you next time i'm in the office..."

"That's fine. i'll come to your home. i'm sure your agency can give me directions."
"But I.." The line went dead. Darrin left his desk and went upstairs into his room to change. he put on a shirt and tie and even shoes. He looked in the mirror and saw his wife's picture next to his.

"oh Sam.." he sighed. "I wish you'd come home." He gave the picture a last glance and then made his way downstairs to wait for Ms. Little.
He didn't have to wait long. Moments later a car pulled into the drive. A striking woman got out of the car and made her way to the front door.

When the bell rang Darrin ushered her in and sat her down in the air chair with its back to the window. The woman took of her scarf to reveal long wavy blonde hair that fell over the back of the chair. Darrin took a seat on the couch and began to question this woman about her account. They were in the middle of their discussion when Sam appeared in the room. She was invisible..naturally. she sat high above the couch looking at Darrin. He was beautiful wasn't he. Unfortunately this feeling didn't last very long for when she looked at who Darrin was talking about the one thing she saw was the blonde hair—The hair of the woman from the other day. She didn't stay any longer than that. she snapped her silent fingers and was gone.

"Oh poo..." Serena muttered. She was still with Endora, who was holding Tabitha in her arms. "Samantha disappeared before I could tell her what I had to say! She just had to go check on Dreary back at her house..."
Endora bounced Tabitha up and down playfully and asked. "What did you have to say?"
Serena sighed. "That I was the blonde in the window."
"WHAT!" Endora cried.
"Hehehe What?" Tabitha mimicked.
"I didn't know that Sammy would come home...I was sporting a new hairstyle, which I absolutely love by the way..." Serena said, examining her perfectly manicured nails.
Endora rolled her eyes. "Whether you 'absolutely looove' it or not isn't the point. The point is, if you had shown up with your regular hairstyle, Samantha wouldn't have assumed that Durweed was cheating on her anyway. She would have known it was you.""Since when do you care about Samantha and Darrin fighting? I always thought you found it simply groovy, just because one fight could easily end their marriage," Serena said.
Endora shook her head. "But when my daughter is really upset, it's different, Serena. Quite different."
Suddenly Samantha popped up, tears in her eyes.
"Darrin was with that blonde again!" she shrieked.
Endora looked at Serena, who was looking back at her with a confused expression on her face.
"Wait...Sammy...he couldn't have been!" Serena replied.
"The same blonde woman I saw before...what do you mean 'It couldn't have been'!" an exasperated Samantha said.
Serena sighed dramatically. "I've been trying to tell you all this time...and I was going to tell you before you went off to check on Dummy...I was the blonde!"
Samantha blinked. "I...I beg your pardon?"
"Pardon?" Tabitha echoed, clapping her hands.
"I was the blonde! I was going to tell you...Remember the teeny-tiny-itsy-bitsy problem? That was it. But you left. And I didn't have a chance to tell you..."
"Then if you were that blonde, who was the blonde that I just saw with Darrin!"
Endora couldn't help but smirk. "Donald is quite the ladies' man, isn't he?"