Colby was going through his suitcase in his room, putting laundry aside. He still had two days until he had to be at the strawberry festival. It was close enough that he was able to stay at his own home and just drive to it. Normally he would be enjoying his extended stay at his own place, getting able to unwind, but he had too much going on in his mind to be able t relax.

First of all, he didn't particularly want to do this to begin with. An autograph signing where you're sitting behind a table, preferably in an air conditioned place, where people come up to you and you shake their hand, that was fine. But this, God knows how long he'd have to actually be there. It was the middle of June, outside, with who knows how many people. Second, he was running though his mind what he would say if he saw her. Should he be happy to see her? Should he be angry at her for going away Was she angry at him and that's why she never contacted him? Should he go over to her or should he wait and see if she'd come over to him? And of course that was all if she would even be there!

He fought with his mixed emotions in his mind all through the next few days and during the drive to the festival. Once he got there, he pulled his car into the grassy parking lot and looked around Pretty much the same as when he was a kid. He saw vendors setting up some tents to sell their food. A ferris wheel was off in the distance. A strawberry spinning ride was being tested. As old creaky carousel was in the middle. He signed and snapped out of his mental funk and kicked himself into professional mode. When e stepped out of the car he took a look at himself in the reflection of his car window. He pulled his button-down t-shirt down to get any wrinkles out of it. He kept on jeans and some boots just to be casual, but somewhat nice. He took his hair out of the messy ponytail that it was in and pulled it back into a neater looking type bun. Once he was satisfied with how he was presenting himself, he walked across the dirt field over to a makeshift stage where the mayor and a few officials were gathered. He shook hands and smiled with them as they discussed what all would actually happen later on that afternoon.

Around 3:30 that afternoon, the crowd was gathering around the stage as Colby stood on the stage in between the mayor and a large table with the capsule on iit that had been dug up earlier that day. It was to be opened with the people of the town, then that would be the kickoff to the weekend festival.

Colby looked out among the people. He saw a lot of families, which he expected. Some of them being old classmates who now had children of their own. Some people he remembered from when he was a kid who had clearly planted roots and were not keen on wanting to leave. And he saw a small group of press right in the front taking pictures and writing down notes.

"This is a very exciting day for our little town and surrounding areas!" The mayor began to say into the microphone. "This capsule has been buried by the giant oak for one hundred and fifty years and was only unearthed earlier this morning. It will, hopefully, contain memories of our own ancestors that they left for us! And to celebrate this occasion, we have a special guest! Many of you will probably recognize him as WWE Superstar Seth Rollins, but others of you will also recognize him as the kid who i used to yell at for throwing eggs onto my porch."

Colby cracked a smile and put his head down at the old memory. The crowd laughed. He stepped closer and took the microphone from the mayor,

"Thanks mayor Edward." He started. "As he said, many of you know me as Seth. But long ago I used to live right around here and went by Colby, the name my mom gave me. Here is where I Was born. Here is where I went to school. Right back here is where I would go with my friends every summer and spend all our "summer" money on as much junk food as the vendors would sell us. That pond back by the potato farm is where I learned to swim. And almost drowned because I didn't yet know how to swim." The crowd chuckled at his joke. "I lived a very different life back then than I do now. But today isn't about me. Today is about here. A place we all share and all call home. A place where we all went to school. Where we all hung out with our friends. Where we all hopefully didn't drown and farmer Mike hopefully put up a fence. And also, don't throw eggs at people's houses. It's a waste of good protien. It's about the history of our home. Now let's open this sucker up and see what our great-grandparents left us!"

The crowd cheered as he finished his speech. He handed the microphone over to one of the mayor's assistants and walked over to the table with the mayor to open the case. They had to one by one take everything out and place it along the table. Once that was done, the mayor offered anyone who wanted to could come up onto the stage and look at everything, as long as they didnt touch it. At that point Colby jumped down off of the stage and began to walk around scanning the crowd. Some people went right into the festival, some went right up onto the stage, and some went right to him. He was happy to take a few pictures and sign a few autographs. He made some small talk as he looked around. Finally, he caught a glimpse of a girl as she was turning around. Sure it had been about twelve years, but he was almost positive it was her. He excused himself from the conversation he was in and made his way through the crowd of people over to where she was.

"Bridgette!" He called out as he got closer. "Hey! Hold up!"

"Yes?" She asked turning around just as he was talking the last few steps over to her. "Can I Help you?"

"It's me. Colby." He smiled.

"Yes, I saw you up on the stage. Was I supposed to interview you or somethin?" She asked as she was looking through her notes.

He looked at her confused. "No. I, I just wanted to come and say hi. And see how you've been." He stammered.

"I'm sorry. Do I know you?" She questioned.

"Of course. If I didn't know you how would I know your name?" He questioned, folding his arms across his chest.

"From up there?" She pointed to the stage. Then to her pres badge that had her name on it.

"Okay, are you messing with me?"

"No, just doing my job. Well, someone else's job really."

"Bridgette?"

"What?"

"It's me."

She sighed. "We've already been through this. Look, I think you have me confused with someone else."

"That'd be an awfully big coincidence/"

She shrugged. "Crazier things have happened. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go."

She stated then turned to walk away.

"You're not staying for the fair?" He asked.

"No. My job was to cover the capsule and the guest, get some pictures, take some notes, and I did. I'm done. Besides, I hate strawberries." She said as she finally turned around. "It was nice meeting you."

"Bridgette, wait." He called after her, but she just kept on walking.

'There is no way that someone with the same name looks like that much like her.' He thought.

"Bridgette!" He called again. Still nothing. He had one final thought that he could try. "London!" He

It seemed as if she had stopped when she heard it, but then shortly kept on walking again.

Thankfully no one had heard their conversation. It just appeared that two people were talking. Once she was gone, another he felt a hand on is shoulder.

"Hey man." The person behind him said.

"Trevor, Hey." Colby said after he turned around shaking his hand.

"I'd like for you to come and meet my son if you have a minute."

"Yeah, sure. No problem." Colby answered with a smile.

The two men turned around and walked over to a woman standing with a little five year old boy.

"Brandon, this is the guy I was telling you I went to school with." Trevor said with his arm around Colby.

"No way! You weren't lying!" The little boy jumped excitedly. "What was Seth like in school daddy?"

"A good student who got good grades." Colby answered himself with a smile. "You have to get good grades if you want to do cool stuff when you grow up."

The remainder of the evening carried on the same way. Seeing and talking with old teachers, classmates, people in general. He had debated on trying to enjoy the fair for a bit but instead decided to just go home. He had enough of fake smiling and just wanted to be by himself. He got back into his car and turned his music up blasting as he begun the half hour drive back home