We went down to the resturant, it was called Pedro's diner. We went in and the man running the bar glared at us as we took a table. "What'd ya want?" he sneered at us. "Hi Charlie!" Sandra came in. "Oh, Ms. Bullock! How are you today?" he brought a chair over for you, suddenly polite. "Charlie can you please call Jessea dn tell him I'll be home a little late this evening?" she asked him. "Of course!" he went over to the counter. "So, what's up?" Sandra asked, turning to us. "I just found out I only have a maximum of ten days left to live." I explained. "Oh...I'm sorry." she stammered, not meeting my eyes. "The point of this isn't to make you feel bad, but rather to see if you know of any other options. Because the doctors all love her and don't want to her to go through anything risky." Summer explained. "I can't, oh God." she froze. "I take it you DO know something!" Jacob jumped at thee chance. "I do, but it's really risky." she admitted. "Which is?" Brooke pushed. "A heart transplant." she mumbled. "I'm going to the bathroom." she jumped up. We all looked at eachother, and the second she was out of the way, we bolted out the doors towards the hospital.