The next few days after the funeral were completely chaotic. It seemed as if Imogen was worse than she was when Fiona had arrived. It was like the funeral had made her backtrack from the great progress she was making. Fiona would go to Natalie's house everyday to check on Imogen but she heard the same things every time. Imogen hasn't come out of her room, Imogen hasn't ate, Imogen hasn't gone to school, Imogen hasn't talked to anyone. Part of Fiona felt bad for her, but another part of her felt angry. It was like Imogen wasn't even trying to get better.

Fiona was at the dot having a coffee, and it was nice seeing everybody again, but her mind lingered on Imogen. In a couple of days, Fiona would be back on a flight to Italy to continue her fashion career, but she didn't want to leave Imogen behind. She was worried about her, and even though Imogen told her not to be worried, she couldn't help herself. Suddenly, Fiona's phone started ringing and she was surprised when she looked down and saw it was Imogen that was calling her. She picked up the phone hurriedly and answered it immediately. "Hello?" Fiona asked.

"Fions?" Imogen said on the other line, her voice sounding a little bit softer than usually.

"Yeah?" Fiona replied.

"Where are you right now?" Imogen asked.

"The dot, are you okay?" Fiona questioned, noticing the urgency in the younger girl's voice. She wondered what could be happening with her, and if everything was okay with her.

"I'm okay..." Imogen answered. "Can I meet you there? I just really need to talk to someone right now..." She trailed off and on the inside Fiona was thanking her lucky stars because she had been waiting for this moment. The moment that Imogen would finally talk to her and open up to the fashionista.

"Yeah... I'll see you soon Immy." The older girl said and hung up the phone. She then waited in the dot for about a half hour until Imogen finally walked through the door and Fiona gestured her over to the small table. Imogen then made her way over and sat down, giving Fiona a slight smile. That was better than nothing. "Can I buy you a coffee?" Fiona offered and Imogen shook her head.

"No thanks." She replied.

"So... How have you been?" Fiona asked, really getting down to the main point here. After all, she really and truly wanted to help Imogen in any way possible. The sooner she could get it done, the better, because even though Fiona didn't want to admit it to herself, she was falling in love with Imogen again every day. Each moment she spent here back in Canada made her feelings come back so much deeper than before, and she didn't want to scare the younger girl off.

"To be honest..." Imogen started. "I feel kind of empty..." She admitted as she looked up at Fiona with her golden brown eyes. Fiona sighed, she didn't want Imogen to feel that way.

"I'm sorry." Fiona said immediately.

"Don't be... It's not your fault." Imogen replied. But Fiona couldn't help but to feel a bit of pity or even sorrow for the girl. "Anyway..." Imogen trailed off again. "I know you have to go back to Italy soon because you have a career and all that, but I have a very important favor to ask you." She said as she folded her hands in front of her.

Fiona took a sip of her coffee and nodded, "What is it?" She asked curiously.

"Promise you'll hear me out, okay?" Imogen begged.

"Immy, I would do anything for you... Now what is it?" Fiona asked again and again. She was so curious now as to what Imogen wanted for her, and she meant what she said. She'd do anything for Imogen because deep down she still had feelings for the girl. Right now, she was just glad that Imogen was out of the house and actually in public doing things. She didn't need to be locked up in that house with all those bad memories, it would drive her stir crazy. "What is it?" Fiona asked for the umpteenth time.

"I wanted to know if you could stay here... With me... For just a little while longer." Imogen said quietly.

Fiona's blue eyes darted around just a bit. "Immy..."

"Just until I get better... Then you can leave, I swear!" Imogen begged. Fiona took this into contemplation and smiled a little bit.

"I would love to, Imogen."