At an airstrip in rural West Virginia he heads to a car in the parking lot. The car is a non-descript silver SUV. He tosses the luggage into the back, and slams the hatch. He climbs into the driver's seat, and looks to his right. He shakes his head, at the woman sitting next to him. She wears a red flannel shirt, and a pair of dark wash denim. Instead of heels, or boots she wears a pair of black Keds. She looks at him, and her lips curl into a smile.

"What are you wearing?" He asks her.

"I could ask you the same," she responds.

He sits in the driver's seat wearing a pair of blue jeans, and a navy colored Henley. He turns the key in the ignition, and ignores he comment.

"At least I have an excuse," she continues, "What's yours?"

He furrows his brow as he backs out of the parking space, "I didn't know what to wear to start a new life," he admits, "What is your excuse?"

She grins as the words spill from her mouth as precise as daggers, "I'm dead."

"Buckle up," he tells her, "We are an hour from the cabin."

The seat belt clicks, and her hand reaches over to him. As they drive through the mountains on less than ideal roads she holds his hand. By the time they reach their destination the sun is shining brightly in the sky, and she is sound asleep. He sets the luggage inside the door of the rural two bedroom home. He returns to the car, pulling the passenger's side door open. He squats next to his passenger. He takes a moment to push the guilt away, before pressing his lips to her temple.

"We're here," he announces.

Her eyes fly open, and she looks over at him. He takes a step back, and she exits the vehicle. Her eyes wander as she surveys her surroundings. The driveway is mud, and a little gravel, thus her husband's insistence on an all-wheel drive vehicle. She can see a clearing behind the house. There is green grass, and trees surrounding them on all sides. He reaches for her hand, and she feels at home as her fingers encircle his. He pulls the screen door open, and she follows him inside.

The décor is country, but simple. She finds a massive couch sitting in the middle of the room, facing a fireplace. She smiles, noting that there is no big screen TV hanging above the mantle. She is taken aback when a large black lab starts running towards her. He stops at her feet, and barks at her.

"Hello, there," she greets him, "Rick, I didn't agree to a dog."

"It was a package deal. The owner's son said that the dog had to stay. They tried to take him to their house, but he cried constantly until they brought him back here."

"What happened to the owner?"

"Massive myocardial infarction."

"Here?" She raises an eyebrow.

"In town at the hardware store."

"How far away is town?"

"About half an hour away," he reveals.

"What is its name?"

"The town?"

She shakes her head, "The dog," as she reaches down to pet him. He wags his tail as she pats his head.

"Hatfield," he responds.

"Where is McCoy?"

He smiles, "That is actually the neighbor's dog. They came from the same litter, from a farmer down the road, and their owners thought it would be funny to name them Hatfield and McCoy, because they bark at each other every time they see each other."

"Are you making this up?"

He giggles, "Completely. His name is Hunter."

She breaks eye contact, and looks out the window. He senses her reservation.

"Kate you were right, this was the only way."

"It doesn't stop me from feeling bad. Everyone thinks that I am dead."

"Lanie knows the truth," he points out.

"It doesn't make it any easier. What about Alexis?"

"She hates me for not being emotional enough, and for going on vacation."

"We should have told her."

"We didn't have a choice," he insists.

"What are you going to do all day?"

"I am going to have to chop wood for the fireplace," he answers.

"There is a whole stack of firewood out there."

"I know."

She looks up, past him. He feels a flicker of panic wash over him. "It's a spider, isn't it?"

She shakes her head, "No, it appears that there is central air," she points to the vent above his head.

"There is," he confirms, "The fireplace is just supplemental. I didn't want to be out in the middle of the winter chopping up firewood, while you were in here with a couple of colicky babies."

Her hand flutters to her stomach. She locks eyes with her husband. He pulls her close. She melts into his kiss. He wraps his arms around her, as if he is never going to let her go.

"I am sorry that it took me so long to see where I need to be," she apologizes.

"I am sorry that I pushed so hard," he admits.

"You were right. I needed to get my priorities straight."

"So, what are you going to do all day?"

"Not watch TV," she points out.

"I do have internet," he reveals.

"Dial up?" She giggles.

"I bought a wireless box. Thanks to modern day technology you can have internet anywhere you go."

"Except on your phone."

He pulls out his phone, "I have internet on my phone."

"You aren't going to get service on that phone out here. Why do you need a phone that fancy?"

"Fancy? It is a prepaid cell phone," he responds.

She shakes her head, "You didn't need an iphone."

"We are in the middle of nowhere, and there is no cable, or satellite television. What am I supposed to do for entertainment?"

She leans forward. He can feel her lip brush against his ear. "I'll entertain you," she whispers.