A/N: A change in point of view, this chapter and the next one are from Laura Jones (Lucy's sister). I'm drawing on a little life experience for this one…

"Hi Helen." I walked into Lucy's reception area, surprised to find Helen at the desk. I knew my sister's office-type manager, mainly from her voice on the phone.

"Hello Ms. Jones." Helen responded with a smile. She sounded like one of my kindergartners, calling me Ms. Jones.

"Is Dr. Jones expecting you?" Helen asked, after consulting what I assumed to be my sister's schedule. And, if I thought her calling me Ms. Jones sounded strange, my little sister Lucy being referred to as Dr. Jones sounded even stranger.

"No, but she mentioned she did not have any appointments today between 2:00 and 4:00, so I thought maybe I could catch her." I offered.

"Sure." Helen again smiled at me, and picked up her phone to let Lucy know I was there.

"Laura." Lucy was at her door in a matter of moments, her smile was huge, welcoming. If she felt inconvenienced by my coming by without calling first, I certainly couldn't see it.

"I know, I probably should have called." I said the words, I couldn't stop myself. I knew that Lucy would call that passive-aggressive, or some other such nonsense.

"No, no, I mentioned I didn't have any appointments this afternoon." Lucy said, stepping aside so I could precede her into her office. It really was quite nice. I had not been to her office in quite some time, and she had made some changes. I still couldn't really fathom that she was a professional, with an office, with what I realized to be an amazing view of the city.

"Are you going to take the whole week off." Lucy asked me. I had arranged for a week-long substitute teacher for my kindergarten class. Originally, I was supposed to be in Hawaii all week with my husband, Bruce, but with everything that had happened with Jake, we had cancelled the vacation. But, I had decided to keep with the week off work anyway.

"Yeah." I replied. "I had arranged for everything at school, and I really like the substitute in my class, so it feels OK."

"That's good, good." Lucy said to me. She was leaning against her desk, smoothing her skirt. I could tell she was distracted by something. She tended to fiddle with her clothes a bit when she was trying to listen but couldn't quite manage it. I think it was one of those things she did, a conscious thing, to remind herself to listen to the person in front of her and not get lost in her own thoughts.

"You know, I haven't had much to eat today. We could go get something, if you like?" She asked me. It was clear to me that she was wondering why I should stop by unannounced. I wasn't exactly the spontaneous type.

"I just wanted to see you, just you and me for a moment." I said, trying to explain why I was there.

"I haven't had a chance to talk with you since this past Thursday, just with you." I offered. Bruce was with me on Friday morning, and last night when she came over for dinner I never quite managed a moment alone with her.

"Oh." Lucy said, looking a bit uncomfortable, or maybe she looked a bit concerned.

"It's not like that." I started to say.

"Though I wish you could have said more to me on the phone about what was happening with Jake. But I realize that there wasn't really the time. But, maybe you could've said more." I rambled a bit, again realizing that I was maybe saying two things at once. I hated that sometimes when I talked with Lucy, I started to try to think like Lucy. With any other person I would not have been at all tangled up in what I was saying, and I would not have been thinking about sending "double messages."

"I'm sorry." Lucy said, completely surprising me. I had expected her to try to explain why it wasn't practical for her to cause me so much concern at such a great distance. And, then I thought Lucy might rationalize that Jake was OK, that everyone was OK. But she didn't say any of those things. She simply apologized to me.

I stood, kind of frozen to the spot, not quite knowing how to respond.

"I should've done that differently. You should've known exactly what you were coming home to. You would've been more prepared for when you talked with Jake." Lucy continued to surprise me. I began to get a little irritated. She was saying to me, what I had come to say to her.

I watched her smooth her skirt again, and then she lifted her hand to her forehead. I noticed that she looked pale. She was trembling slightly and her eyes, well they looked a little spacey. She closed them, pressing the heels of her palms over them. And, in that instant, I knew, I knew the look of her aura, I knew she was about to have a seizure. She had a few when we were girls, and a few times in adolescence. She had never been diagnosed with epilepsy; her seizures were idiopathic and not particularly frequent. But, I had been around her enough to know the look she got just before. I dropped my purse onto the floor and went toward her, knowing she was about to collapse. I didn't quite make it, she fell backward, and I could hear her head smack against the edge of her desk. Then Lucy was on the floor, a grand mal seizure.

"Helen." I called out loudly.

"Call 911." I yelled as Helen appeared in the doorway.

A/N: So I've been writing a while from Lucy's point of view. Lets take a look at Bobby and Emil (and their relationship with Lucy) from Laura's point of view. Hopefully my story did not just "jump the shark"... (so please, hang in there :)