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Disclaimer- Once again I only own my imagination. The characters are Miss Mitchell and Miss Ripley's creations. I am making no money, blah, blah, blah. Ah, yes! You know what happens to flames. BOOM!! Gosh, I love explosions.

Bonnie saw Daddy's steps falter. (a/n: Just in case you're still confused, MommyScarlett and DaddyRhett. This is from Bonnie's POV. Ok, back to the story.) He cocked his head to one side and started walking toward the train again. "Charleston, Train 345, now departing."

Daddy stopped and put his bag down. "Yes, Daddy, go home to Mommy. Please." Bonnie's voice was soft and pleading. He turned on his heal and, leaving his baggage where it was walked out of the station.

RHETT'S POV:

Bonnie? It wasn't possible. Bonnie was dead and he was imagining things. Maybe a drink or two would help. Whiskey had always been there for him to help him through hardship after hardship. As he walked toward Belle Watling's barroom (a/n: What's the name of that place? I'm writing this without the book. If you know, can you send me a private message? I don't know if the movie has the right name on the sign.) his thoughts kept taking him back to Scarlett's face when he said he was leaving. He knew her words were sincere but still his mind wouldn't believe them. He wanted to believe them so much but didn't know if he could put his heart out there for her again. Once the bar had come in sight he quicken his pace to get inside to the comforting sense of being drunk and having nothing to do.

BONNIE'S POV:

Where was Daddy going? He should have been going home, home to Mommy. Her mind quickly thought through what she knew. 'Oh, why didn't I think of it sooner? Oh, course. That's what I'll do.' A small giggle escaped her lips and she snapped her fingers and found her feet on the ground.

(a/n: No, she's not alive. I wish! Just read the story.) She took a few steps in the direction Daddy was walking. Oh, how she missed walking. She never thought something so simple could be so wonderful. She looked down at herself. She was still wearing the blue riding habit she was wearing when she had fallen off her horse that day. She ran to catch up to her father and started saying things so he would know it was her.

"Daddy, Mommy misses you so much! She just keeps crying and I don't know how to get her to stop. Oh, Daddy please come home with me so Mommy won't cry. I hate seeing her cry." She could tell he was hearing her from the distant gaze his eyes had.

"No. I'm just imagining this. I need a drink badly." She kept her pace with him until he walked into the dark bar. Even though she was dead, she knew she shouldn't go in there. She turned around and walked toward where she remembered was her home.

BELLE'S POV: (a/n: Don't you love the view changes?)

She looked at him disbelievingly. "You what?" Her mouth stayed open after she asked the question. So unladylike but it didn't matter to her or him for that matter.

"I left. Surely, you heard me right. Now I need a drink badly. If you'll excuse me." He tried to shove his way past her but she pushed him against the wall. (a/n: For my purposes Belle is a very physically strong woman.)

"You are going to explain to me everything. And I mean EVERYTHING, Rhett. Please tell me I need to know what's wrong."

Rhett pushed her hands to her side and simply said, "Than get a few drinks, I'll need them."