Kris woke up still curled to the pillow, and surprisingly with a smile on her face. She felt more rested than she had in a long time. Looking at the clock she realized she had only been asleep for a few hours. Thinking back to her dream she realized that was most likely when Jason had been made. She felt her cheeks redden and she couldn't help but smile at the memory.

Walking over to her dresser to grab her hair brush to fix her unruly hair, she noticed a small package sitting by the side of the bed. Reaching down she picked it up and looked at it. It wasn't something she had put there, she was certain of that. There was a folded note attached to the top of it, and she recognized Junior's handwriting immediately.

Baby,

Well we officially did it, one year of marriage. I can't even begin to imagine my life without you. When you got out of that truck at Raintree and stepped nto my life, I knew from that moment on that nothing was ever going to be the same again! We have had our ups and downs, highs and lows, but in the end (just as you once told me) it has always been you.

I think somehow I knew from the get-go that you would be different. It just took me putting a claim on Wildfire for you to see it (you were always the stubborn one)! You filled an emptiness in me that I never even knew existed, and completed me in a way that only you could understand. Just as I promised you a year ago when I placed that ring on your finger, no matter what happens in life I will always be there to gently wipe away your tears, and wrap you in my arms until everything is ok.

I'm forever and always yours, I love you!

Junior

Her hands shook as she read the letter revealing Junior's innermost thoughts and feelings. God, she felt the same way. Sitting down on the bed, she gently folded the handwritten letter to keep. Picking up the package she had to laugh at the horrible wrap job, knowing that Junior must have done it himself.

Wiggling in anticipation, like a little child, she pulled at the wrapping paper only to reveal a small box. Popping the top open, she laughed as she saw another small beat up black box inside. Popping open the lid she felt the breath leave her and her eyes water. Her hand trembled as she reached down and picked up the tiny object.

To anyone else the small locket would have been insignificant, but to Kris it meant the world. It was a locket that Junior had given her shortly after their wedding. She had lost it in the shuffle of moving from their temporary residence to their home. Smiling at the happy memory, Kris flipped the locket over and rubbed her finger over the small inscription on the back, memorizing the feel.

I'll love you forever Junior.

Reading the small inscription she felt a tear drip down her cheek. How had Junior found it? She had frantically looked for it after the move, and had even been so bold as to go back to their previous residence and begged the new owners to look for it. As Kris continued to stare at the locket she couldn't help but smile at the happy memories it brought, making her feel comforted.

Kris closed her eyes smiling as she remembered how good it felt to be with him, to be Mrs. Junior Davis. Flipping the locket back over she tried to open it. Struggling with the clasp she groaned and laughed at herself. Tugging a bit harder the small locket popped open.

It was then that Kris realized that something was different about the locket. The old picture of the two of them from one of those cheep photo booths, kissing, was still in the locket. However the other picture which had been of their wedding was replaced by a picture Kris had never seen before. She looked at the picture again of the two of them smiling and holding hands while looking into each others eyes.

Smiling at the beautiful gesture Kris grabbed the wrapping paper and box to throw away, carrying them to the trashcan. As she dropped the paper into the garbage she felt something shift its weight in the box. Setting down on the floor, she reached into the box and pulled out a tiny item. Kris was not prepared for what she saw and the world around her went black.

As Matt arrived at Kris and Junior's old house he picked up his phone and dialed Kris' number. When no one answered, he sighed realizing she was probably too lost in thought to notice. Hopping out of the car he walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Looking at his watch he realized it was later than he had thought. If Kris wanted to take Wildfire out they really needed to get going.

When no one answered he rang the doorbell again, and then knocked. Getting worried he pounded on her door. It wasn't like her to not answer the door, and she should have been expecting him back. He looked at his watch again, noting that he had only been gone three hours. Wondering if she had fallen asleep he tried knocking one last time, waiting a minute he realized that something might be wrong.

He searched the door frame for a spare key. Not finding one he panicked and twisted the knob. When the door still didn't open he kicked it in. Entering the house he yelled for her. Not getting a response he panicked, running from room to room.

He wasn't prepared to find her on the floor of the bedroom. He ran to her side and checked her breath. Realizing she was breathing he tried to shake her awake. Realizing that it was not working, he grabbed his phone and dialed the ambulance.

Returning to her side he was surprised to see that both of her hands were clutched tightly around objects. Wondering what they were, Matt tried to pry both items away but he couldn't get either of her hands open. Trying her right hand again her fingers loosened and a small locket fell out of her palm.

He immediately recognized it; it was the one she had always used to wear. He knew that Junior had given it to her, but he also knew that she had lost it. Wondering where she had found it he opened the locket and looked at the two pictures inside. He had seen the photo booth picture before, but the other he had never seen. Noticing how happy and in love they looked, he put the locket in his pocket. Kris would want it after all this was over, no matter what. He knew how much meaning the locket had for her.

Placing his attention on her other hand, he pried at her fingers again trying to open them. As her fingers finally released their grasp, Matt could hear the ambulance sirens in the distance, distracting him. Looking down at her hand, as he jumped up to greet them at the door, he suddenly realized why Kris was on the floor. As he stood staring at her hand he was shocked by what he saw and it took his breath away for a moment.

He could hear the paramedics calling into the apartment, but he couldn't say anything. Standing there in shock staring at her hand, he could feel himself begin to shake. It couldn't be. There was no possible way. There was just no way. How in the hell could Junior have known?