The sunlight was almost blinding, but the warmth felt good as it soaked into his skin. He couldn't see her clearly, but he could hear her-her laugh, the way it floated through the air and seemed to hang there for a moment. He blinked a few times and was able to make out the outline of her body.

She came closer and he was able to see her smile. As he reached out for her hand, he felt the surge go through him. They had known each for years and loved each other for many of them, yet she could still get to him like no one else. In the years they'd been apart it was as if a piece of him had been missing and now that she was with him again, every day, every time he was with her, it was like coming home again.

The sunlight was so bright that it blinded him, causing pain to course through his eyes and into his temples. He squinted and raised his hand to block the rays.

"What's happening?" Kelly asked. Her heart was beating so fast that she felt as if she might pass out herself. It shouldn't have taken something like this to make her realize how important he was.

"Are you okay?" She couldn't help but laugh as she looked up at him.

"Me?" He smiled at her as he lowered her to the floor and reached down to wring out his shirt. "I'm great. Why wouldn't I be? It's just a little thunderstorm. I'm sure it will pass."

"Ummm...honey..." Kelly eyed the window of the hotel room warily, glancing back at him. "I don't think a hurricanes like being called little thunderstorms. In fact, it probably kind of pisses them off."

He smiled approaching her slowly and brushing her soaking wet hair away from her face. "Uh, oh...you mean, it might rain fro the entire time and we might be stuck in here?"

She giggled. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you planned this."

God he loved her-"I'm hurt...you honestly think I'd sabotage our honeymoon by trapping us in a hotel room for a week while a hurricane holds us hostage?"

Kelly grinned again, snuggling in against him as she brushed a drop of water off his cheek. "I can think of worse ways to spend a week she laughed," as the water continued to drip off of both of them.

Sweat poured down his face as his body jerked and convulsed. She couldn't tell if he was in pain or if the contortions on his face were muscle spasms.

"Please do something," she pleaded, looking up across the room. "I can't just stand here and watch him. I've got to do something. Please...help me help him.

"We've done all we can do. I think the only one that can help him now is you. I'll give you two some time."

"Mia!" His eyes widened as he walked into the room. Every single article of clothing from her closet was strewn onto the floor. "Mia, what are you doing with Mommy's clothes?" He couldn't help but smile as he looked at the tiny girl, wrapped up in a trench coat and purple scarf.

"Playing dress up," she replied, pulling down the oversized sunglasses so she could peek out over them, just as she'd seen her mother do so many times before. "Do I look like Mommy?"

Joey smiled. She looked exactly like her mother. The same beautiful honey colored hair, the same piercing green, the same giant smile, with the personality to match. "Yes, sweetie you look exactly like your Mommy, but we better get this stuff back in Mommy's closet before she gets home or she'll have kittens."

Mia giggled as the phrase. "That's silly, Daddy."

Joey giggled as well. He knew Kelly would be as taken with the scene as he was, but he couldn't let Mia completely run over him...not any more than she already did.

As he began to put the shoes away, Mia reached for his hand.

"Joey." The grip on his hand grew tighter and stronger...far too strong for a little girl...and the voice...it wasn't a child...it was different...older...but familiar.

"Joey, please..." She sounded upset, worried. He knew that voice. It was a voice he'd heard many times, a voice that comforted him. His mind raced as he struggled to place it...Kelly, he realized. He felt his muscles relax as he solved the mystery.

Why was Kelly calling out to him? Where was she and why wasn't he with her? He struggled to call back to her, but his mouth seemed frozen. No words would come.

He continued to struggle..."Ke..." He managed.

Kelly stilled, sitting up straight, the sudden response startling her. "Joey," she whispered. Her breathing was so rapid that she struggled to respond clearly. "I'm here." Tears began to stream down her face. It had been days since she'd heard his voice.

When Vicki had called her and told her about the accident, she'd been so terrified that she'd never see him again, and then, seeing him like this...this had been torture. Now, even hearing this simple noise, it warmed her heart.

"What are you trying to say?" she tried again, placing her hands on top of his, desperately trying to let him know he was here. Hoping against hope that it mattered...that somehow, after all this time, her presence still meant something to him.

The lump in her throat only grew larger as his eyes fluttered open. "You're here," he said quietly, his eyes scanning the room. "Where's..." It didn't take long for realization to hit him...for him to realize that none of it had been real. There was no honeymoon, no beach, no Mia.

"Where's what?" Kelly smiled at him as he looked up at her?

Joey shook his head. "I just...I was having a dream." He looked away for a moment, unable to meet her eyes again so soon. It seemed ridiculous to mourn something that never really existed and yet he missed his wife and child.

"A dream about us?" Kelly correctly assumed.

"It doesn't matter," he said quietly, forcing a smile as he turned back to face her. "At least you don't have to sit here and talk to a lump on a log anymore."

Kelly frowned. "I would have sat here forever." The words even surprised her as they hung in the air.

Joey stared at her for a moment, unsure of what to say-questioning if what she said meant what he thought it did. "What do you mean?"

"The thought of not having you in my life...I couldn't even imagine..." She stopped then, chocking on her own words. "I just...I don't want that life."

Glancing back at him, she took a deep breath and continued, "Now that I have a choice, I don't plan to go back to that."

He wasn't sure what gave him the courage-God knows she'd turned him down before, but the words came flooding from his mouth before his brain could stop them. "I'm tired of dreaming," he said, "I want a life with you."

For a second he was terrified because she was silent yet in next second her lips were on his and he was reminded of why the dreams had seemed so incredibly real. Being with Kelly was his dream and it was finally coming true.