It seemed like just an ordinary day when Kris woke up in her bed at Raintree that morning. She was thinking about how she needed to go to the bathroom, take some painkillers, and take a shower. She hadn't had once since she got home from the hospital.

Then she remembered that he was gone.

As she ran her fingers through the lather in her long dark hair, Kris thought about what she would do when she got out of the shower. She would go down to the kitchen. Surely Jean had something left over from breakfast. Then she'd go out to the practice ring and help Matt with the youngsters. She couldn't ride yet because of her injuries, but hopefully there was something she could do. And at some point this morning, she would definitely need to call Junior.

Then she remembered again.

After breakfast, Kris went into the living room to rest on the couch for a little while. Todd was there playing his video game. "Hey, Kris," he said. "Want to play Road Racers with me?"

"Sure," she said, not really feeling like doing anything else.

"Cool," said Todd. "I get the red car with the flames. Do you want the black stang or the silver convertible?"

Again.

"Remember, you need to make sure that your car stays ahead of mine," said Todd. "If you get too far behind you'll lose, if you crash into something you lose points, and if your car goes off of the track, you lose a life."

"You know what, Todd," said Kris? "I really can't play this game anymore. I'm sorry. I think...I have to go out and help Matt and Pablo with the horses."

"Pablo isn't here," said Todd. "The Davis's need him now more than ever."

Again.

"A minute twenty-two," said Matt. "Not bad, Striker!" he patted the colt's neck.

"Definitely a winner in the making," said Kris. She smiled and looked at Matt, then at the young horse. Now that she was out in her element, helping Matt work with the horses, nothing else seemed to matter. Not even...

The fact that Junior was gone.

Kris thought that if that day had been a trail ride, it would have been very slow and calm and filled with branches periodically smacking her in the face.

Dani stood outside the tow lot and looked at what was left of Junior's-now her-porshe. It had taken a nose dive and then been run into on the driver's side by some other car-which the police had said was what had "finished [Junior] off". When it came down to it, about half of the car had to be replaced.

"You know, it would be a lot cheeper to just buy a new porshe," said Ken.

"No," snapped Dani coldly.

"Fine," said Ken. "I understand. I'd give you the money to have it fixed, but of course now my money is 54% yours anyway so that won't be necessary."

Dani hated the thought of using Davis Farms money to get Junior's porshe fixed, but because she didn't have nearly enough money from the vet clinic, she relented.

"Dani?" said Ken.

Dani closed her eyes to hide the tears forming inside them. "What?"

"I know you're doing it for Junior," he said.

Dani sighed and put her arms around her father. She let him hold her for a while. No matter what else might be going on, for now, they were all that the other one had left.