When Jane opens her eyes she finds Peyton next to her in bed. Peyton stare at her with big, bright eyes. Jane rolls over to see what Peyton is looking at. She finds her father standing in the doorway.
"We don't bite," Jane points out.
"Grandpa you know I'm real, right?"
"Yes peanut," he answers.
"You didn't have to commit gramma did you?"
"No, she's still sleeping."
Frank takes a step into the room. "Hey peanut?"
"Yeah?"
"You still like moldy waffles?"
"Of course."
"Good I happen to have a snoopy waffle iron hidden in the cabinet."
"I'll be down as soon as I smell them burning."
"I'll be waiting," he smiles.
Jane turns to Peyton as Frank walks away.
"Moldy waffles?" Jane questions.
"Waffles with green food coloring, and chocolate chips," Peyton answers.
Jane swings her feet onto the ground. She stretches, and takes a deep breath.
"Where are you going?"
"I don't want your grandma to miss moldy waffles."
"Can I come?" Peyton smiles.
"Of course," Jane heads for the door.
"Mom?"
"Huh?" she turns and looks at the girl sitting in bed. Her daughter. She was older, and taller. She was skinny now, she didn't look like a baby. Her eyes were still cerulean, and her hair was still dark. Her hair was long and wavy now.
"I missed you," her voice brings Jane back into reality.
"I missed you more," Jane answers.
Peyton gets out of bed, and follows Jane out of the room. They walk down the hallway to Angela's room. Jane crawls in bed next to her sleeping mother. Peyton sits at the bottom of the bed. Jane begins whispering into Angela's ear. "Ma, wake up."
Angela opens her eyes and rolls over. "Jane what are you doing here?"
"I'm just visiting," she answers. "Mom you know where you are right?"
"I'm in my bed, in my house."
"You don't remember?"
"Remember what?"
"You had a break down. You were having hallucinations. We had to have you committed to the psychiatric ward for evaluation."
"That's not funny Jane."
"It's true. You didn't take your meds yet this morning. Maybe you're seeing things again."
"Jane..." she looks at the bottom of the bed and finds Peyton. Peyton smiles, and waves at her.
"Morning gramma."
"Jane..."
"Mom are you seeing things again?"
"No," Angela lies.
"Good."
"Jane what's going on?"
"You're nuts," she answers.
"Jane there is a kid at the foot of the bed."
"You're seeing her again?"
"I..."
"What's she saying?"
"She's just looking at me like I'm crazy," Angela admits.
"Because she thinks you are."
"You can see her?"
"Mom of course I can see her. She's really there."
"Who is she?"
"What kind of question is that?" Jane replies, "You should know who she is."
"I should?" Angela raises an eyebrow.
"I would hope that you would know your own granddaughter."
"Peyton," Angela says under her breath.
"The waffles are burning, I should go," Peyton tells Jane.
"K, I'll deal with crazy."
"Gramma... I'm really here, you know?"
"Peyton wait."
Peyton looks at Angela. "Yes?"
"Don't let your grandfather make me any waffles."
"Yes, ma'am," she answers as she races out of the room.
"Jane.."
"Come on mom, let's go eat."
"Jane I don't understand. How... where... when..."
"Breakfast," Jane answers, "We'll talk about the rest later," she turns to go. Jane walks around to the other side of the bed. Angela grabs her arm, before she can walk past.
"Sit down," Angela says sternly.
"Ma!" Jane tries to protest.
Angela pulls her onto the bed.
"What?" Jane shrieks.
"I wanna talk to you."
"About what?"
"Jane start talking."
"Mom I don't wanna talk about it."
"You have to talk about it. You have to deal with it."
"Deal with what?"
"Jane just because you got her back doesn't mean that you can pretend that the past didn't happen."
Her nostrils flare, "Do you think that I could ever forget that? Do you think I could ever get over that?"
"No. I think that you need to deal with it."
"I did. I had seven years to deal with it. I'm done dealing with it."
"You never dealt with it. You just bottled everything up inside. There are things that you need to say, to be able to move on."
"I'm fine," Jane argues.
"Just because you got her back doesn't mean that you're ready to move on. I know that you may have physically moved passed that day, your heart it never moved on."
"Why are you lecturing me?"
"To do her justice, you have to take care of yourself. You need to ask for help, you need to get help. You need to talk to someone."
"How? What do you want me to say?"
"The truth, try the truth for once."
"You want the truth?" Jane screams.
"Yes," Angela answers calmly.