Part III: The Season Everything Changed

Chapter 1- Uncharted

Suggested listening: From Kaleidoscope Heart, Sara Bareilles' Uncharted

Whenever I am stressed, I do two things: organize and bake. I had just organized our junk drawer three days ago, so I put all of my energy into rolling out pie crust. I had made blueberry and lemon poppyseed muffins for breakfast. I made a batch of my famous oatmeal chocolate chip cookies as soon we got home from the hospital last night. I was in the midst of making an apple pie when Quinn calls me.

"Pie. You are making a pie, Tina. Jeez, you are really worried, huh? I want one of your muffins for breakfast, k. Can I stop by with the twins before you go to work? Try not to worry so much. You always worry to much," she says to me.

"Well, you and Santana left last night right after Rachel woke up so you don't know this. I don't really know how to say this..."

"Just spit it out, Cohen-Chang."

"Rachel doesn't remember her life with Brittany, any of it. She woke up thinking that she was still with you. She remembers everything until right after your suicide attempt."

"Oh, fuck."

"Yeah, that's what we were all thinking. Brittany was a crying mess. I don't even know how she had any tears left to cry. The kids were confused, as was Rachel. The neurologist came in and said that amnesia was a possible side effect and he was hoping her memory would come back soon."

"Tina, I think that is Santana on the other line. She just got to the hospital. She is probably going to tell me what you just told me. I'll come over in a bit?"

Santana and Quinn lived in the brownstone to the left of us. We lucked out because we found a row of brownstones on the same block as Rachel and Brittany. In fact, Mike and I were smack dab in the middle of my best friends' homes. It was 4 blocks away from Arty and Marley's home, 5 blocks aways from Blaine and Kurt's and 6 blocks from and Mercedes and Sam. Puck lived in a condo on Park Avenue and Shelby was in the same building as him. We were all within walking distance of each other.

"Yeah, Q. I'm heading into work at 0930. I can pick you up around 1500?"

"Sounds perfect to me, Tina. Thanks. See you soon."

"Mama. Mama." Katy says from her high chair. She was eating breakfast.

I pour my daughter some grape juice in her no-spill sippy cup and kiss her on her forehead.

"More cheer-os, mama!" she asks and I happily comply with her request. I sit down next to her and wait for Quinn to come over for her muffin and cup of tea. She always had a morning cup of tea, while Santana and I would need a cup of joe, preferably an espresso. Brittany would have hot chocolate with extra marshmallows.

I have always been the sentimental one amongst our circle of friends. I have a photographic memory that has also translated into my life events. I can remember meeting Santana when we were 8. I remember her kissing me when we were 10. It was during recess and we were playing Tag. I had tugged us both to home base. As a gesture of gratitude, for saving her from Quinn's grasp, she kissed me. I remember it was a quick peck, then we both jumped back, before laughing at each other over the new sensation of lips touching lips. She was my first kiss and I was her second. Of course, Brittany was Santana's first kiss, apparently the week before, same circumstance of saving her during "Tag," or so she claimed. Actually, Santana was my second kiss too, because we were playing spin-the-bottle in Brittany's basement when we were 13 at her 8th grade graduation party with Puck, Finn, and Sam. The first boy I kissed was Arty. I was also the only straight one out of the group since Santana and Quinn were gay and Brittany was pansexual. It didn't bother me, it just made me feel lucky to count these amazing people as my best friends.

I hear a knock on the door. "Come in..." I say, knowing it is Quinn. She opens the door, looking completely frazzled, talking to me as soon as she walks in. She puts Holden and Harper on the ground, next to Katy, before gathering me in a hug.

"God, Tina. She still doesn't remember her life with Britt. Doesn't remember them dating, getting married, having kids. Her memory is intact up to my suicide attempt. Britt is losing it. I need to get over there." Quinn says in one breath.

"Okay, okay. Let me do this. I will work from home. It's close to Winter Break anyway and I'm kinda the mini-boss, so I can stay home today. Leave the babies here and I will watch them. When Mike gets home from his morning classes, he can watch them and I will come over there. That is the plan."

"Thank you so much, T. Maybe if Rachel sees me, it will get better?"

"I hope so, Q."

Quinn grabs the basket of muffins, kisses Holden, Harper, Katy and me, before grabbing her car keys and purse. "See you soon, gurl. Take care of them, k? And a million thanks!"

"Fabray, just remember you owe Mike and I two babysitting nights!" I say to lighten the mood. She throws me a quick smile before heading out the door.

It is mid-morning and I have just laid the twins down for a nap. Katy is sitting at her desk, coloring in her animal coloring book. I had just taken to apple pie out of the oven.

"Mama, smell good!" Katy says as she picks up a red crayon.

"Yup, baby girl, it is apple pie. We can have some soon."

"Apple pie. Apple pie is yummy. Apple pie." she says in a sing-songy voice. Our Katy was so musical. Mike and I were thrilled that our daughter inherited that from the both of us. We had just gotten a baby grand piano, the one I have always been dreaming of teaching my daughter on.

Playing piano was something that came natural to me and was as necessary to me as breathing. It was a typical stereotype that Asian kids can play the piano. I fullfilled that one to the best of my ability. My mom and dad met during their time with the New York Philharmonic. My mom was a flutist and my dad was played the french horn. They started me off with piano lessons at the age of 3, just like I was going to do with Katy. I can also play the flute, violin, viola, and upright bass. Piano is and will always be my first love. Brittany, Quinn, Santana and I were all in group piano lessons that we started at 4th grade. Because I had been taking lessons since I was 4 and was far advanced, I would practice Bach or the score to Phantom of the Opera while they were learning scales. This was just another thing we all did together, besides Girl Scouts and Children's Choir. Whenever someone was looking for Santana, for example, they knew that they could find her among us. We were all attached at the hip. I was particularly closer to Santana. We always had a friendly competition with each other. We challenged each other in academics, during swimming and diving meets, in gymnastics, and in piano. At McKinley, as a freshman, I started to concentrate on Piano, which led me to not try out for the Cheerios. Santana was the most disappointed with my decision but she understood why. It was the first time we had all did something apart and that is how they became the Unholy Trinity. It was true that Santana had a rivalry with Quinn but theirs was more competitive than ours. Quinn, Santana, and I were always in the same honors and A.P. classes at McKinley. We finished at the top of our graduating class. Quinn was valedictorian, which was amazing, considering she had Beth. Santana and I were tied for salutatorian. We all did early decision on our colleges and we so happy to be within the vicinity of each other. Brittany joined me at Juillard, after turning down MIT's full ride, which was a difficult decision for her. She worked out a program that she could still do independent study at MIT while at full-time at Julliard. She didn't really care about which degree she got, she was just so happy that her genius was finally being challenged. We all knew that Brittany wasn't dumb. She is brilliant, just like the rest of us. In the end, she got a B.A. in Dance and a B.S. in Mathematics in 5 years. See, brilliant.

Being good at piano gave me confidence and swagger. It wasn't long before I was playing in piano recitals and winning competitions, like the Ohio State Fair Talent Show. I was the youngest to ever win, at 7 years old. I also knew that Julliard was my dream school. My parents were always very supportive of everything I did and they were so proud of me. I was an only child of a Jewish father and Chinese mother. I was raised in both the Catholic and Jewish faiths. Rachel and I had in Judaism in common. I would sit next to her at temple for Sabbath with my father on Fridays and Mass with my mom on Sundays. We would sit next to Brittany, Santana, Quinn, and our families. We had a pretty awesome upbringing and were lucky to have such an idyllic childhood. Our adulthood strengthened our friendship and it was times like these, that tested that strength and would ultimately bring us closer.

Medical issues were a common occurrence as we grew up. We would have skinned knees, poison ivy, bee stings, and chicken pox. Santana broke her left arm when we were 11, which was horrible because she is left-handed. Quinn's big medical event was her pregnancy sophomore year. I had a lot of ear infections and had to have tubes put in my ears. The Unholy Trinity had sprained their ankles multiple times, thanks to Sue's insane routines. Britt had to have her tonsils removed when we were 9. Rachel was relatively healthy, this being her biggest medical emergency. Brittany also had to deal with her father's cancer for a long time. This was time around,we all had to rally around Rachel and show her our love and support.

I could see that Katy was getting sleepy, so I set her up on the couch in the living room and began to play her favorite lullabys. This always put all the babies to sleep. Playing soothing melodies helped to relax me. As I play Fur Elise, I recalled a talk I had with Quinn about Rachel.

Quinn, it was about 6 weeks after you had come home from rehab and you were starting to act like yourself. Really, it was a new and improved version of you. It was as if you checked out of rehab as Quinn 2.0, with all the new fancy whistles and bells of an upgrade. You were staying a week with me, working on your writing while I was preparing for the Fall semester at Julliard, where I was hired as a special instructor for Piano. You said you needed time away from New Haven. It wasn't lost on any of us that you wanted to be close to Rachel, being in the same city as her, even if you didn't necessarily see her all the time. The old Quinn would be staying over at Rachel loft, instead of mine. We were within walking distance of each other and still, you would only see Rach if I was with you. Maybe it was too soon for you to be alone with her. I could tell that you were still hurting so much. You were both trying to navigate this new relationship where you both still loved each other deeply but right now, it wasn't enough. I was witness to what that type of love looked like: a forever love. My parents were married for over 40 years, Rachel's dads and Santana's parents were together forever. I saw that love between Brittany and Santana and you and Rachel. Now, I see it between you and Santana and with Brittany and Rachel. Crazy how the universe works itself out. I know that Mike and I also have that same type of love. God, I could only imagine what Britt is going through. If something like that ever happened to Mike, I would be beside myself. I guess that this what tragedy perpetuates; it encourages you to take stock in your life. It makes you remember what matters and who matters in your life. It makes you confront life and death, just like I did after your (thankfully) failed suicide attempt.

It was a rainy Wednesday afternoon and we were sitting on my sofa, snuggled underneath two blankets. I had just handed you a mug of chamomile tea with a spot of milk and honey. I could tell that you were about to talk about her. I just had to ask the right questions. Earlier that week, we had talked about your Ph.d program, us (your friends), and now you were ready to open up about the love of your life.

"Quinn, I don't think I ever told you how scared I was that day. Santana called me after it happened and I took the next train up to New Haven. I couldn't believe you did that. I couldn't believe I had missed the signs." I started saying.

"Tina, I was hiding how bad it was from everyone. I mean, I knew I was bad, in a bad headspace. I didn't know how to ask for help from anyone. So, please, don't feel bad or guilty anymore. I am learning how to let go of my rage and guilt, and you have to as well. I know that what I did was horrible. In some ways, I wished that it worked. The thing is that I was so depressed and in so much pain, I thought that killing myself was the only solution. But mostly, I am glad that Rachel told Santana and that they saved me when they did. I know now that it was the worst option." Quinn replies.

"The one who took it the hardest was Rachel, obviously. I was with her right after the paramedics took you away. Santana went along with them, so I was in the waiting room with her. We both couldn't stop crying. She was telling me what an awesome night you had, that you were you again and that she thought everything was behind you. By that one night, you had given Rachel the hope she had lost for the two of you. Your suicide attempt took that hope away when you tried to leave her for good. She knew that you were suffering, but you kept up appearances. You were getting up and going to class; you were showering and wearing clean clothes. You appetite had diminished, but that was true since the rape. We were all pretty much blindsided by your attempt. But with Rachel, she felt like the rug was pulled from underneath her. She was free falling and it was me who caught her."

"Thank you for being there for her, Tina, at a time when I couldn't." Quinn answers, before sipping her tea. "Even now, I don't think I can be there for her. I am still processing what I did and the ramifications of my actions and how they reverberate throughout my whole life. I know that I hurt all of you so very deeply and that I hurt Rach the most. I just don't know what to say to her."

"Well, maybe you can start by telling her that. You don't know what to say, but you are sorry for hurting her. I think that Rachel has a lot to say to you, but she doesn't want to cause a setback, because we can all see how hard you are working on yourself right now."

"It's just that there is this uncomfortable undercurrent whenever we see each other, which why I like having you there. But I know that I need to talk to her one-on-one. I have just been avoiding it."

"Why don't we do this? I need to be at Julliard tomorrow afternoon. I know that Rachel is off on Thursdays, so invite her over for afternoon tea. It gives you the morning to prepare yourself. You would be meeting in a comfortable space for you. I think that, as difficult as this seems, ultimately, it will help the both of you."

"Tina, I just hurt her so much. I don't think there is anything I can say to make that pain go away. I see it in her eyes, in the few times I have seen her. How did I go from loving her so much that I wanted to marry her to now? To this? I mean, I still love her Tina, so very much. Do I tell her that? Would she believe me?" Quinn says, as she begins to cry. "I cannot hurt her anymore and I just think that anything I say will do just that."

I put down my tea and go over to hold her. I start to cry along with you. After a long silence I speak:

"Quinn, you hurt all of us, but you have spoken to me, Santana, and Brittany. They were all difficult discussions but you made it through. You will make it through this one, too. Just say how you are feeling. Tell Rachel that you are scared to talk, scared of hurting her again. Say whatever you feel comfortable saying. I am sure that she will appreciate whatever you say, as long as you are being honest to her and to yourself. I get that this isn't going to be easy. It will be extremely emotional for the both of you. I think that you are ready to have this conversation. I mean, here we are talking about it openly. I think that Rachel and you need to do the same."

"Tina, how do you always know the right thing to say?"

"It's just my psychic Jewish-Chinese 3rd eye, Q. It is always right. So, how bout we make gluten-free zucchini bread?"

After we put it in the oven, you called Rachel and asked her to come over the next day. Of course, she agreed. We discussed what you would talk about and a few more tears were shed. At the end of the day, you were more settled and sure of yourself. I left the next morning, knowing that you would be okay; that you, Rachel, Brittany, Santana and I would all be okay.

I am awakened from this memory by Holden crying. I go into Katy's room and see Holden pulling himself up and looking around, presumably for his moms. He gives me a toothy grin and holds his arms up to me. I pick him up and he giggles. Harper is still asleep, as is Katy. I bring him with me into the kitchen, set him in a high chair, as I begin to prepare lunch for Mike, myself, and the kiddies.

I never could have imagined that this would be my life. I am in the kitchen with Quinn and Santana's son, with their daughter and my daughter nearby. Professionally, I wanted to be a concert pianist. I did accomplish that dream, during my four years at Julliard and afterwards with the New York Symphony. I was now in a job that loved, helping young people achieve their goals in their dream school. Personally, I knew since that Asian summer camp that I wante dto me with Mike forever. As having a daughter and an expression of our love just made my life complete. I always knew that us, Brittany, Quinn, Santana, and myself would be best friends forever. How it ended up working out, Pierceberry and Quinntana, instead of Brittana and Faberry, was not what I had imagined. I am sure that they didn't imagine it either. They all had epic love stories, just like Mike and I. I was just so happy that I can say I have had my best friends with me through my entire life; to share with them all the small and big events that have collectively made up my life. We have been friends for over 30 years, I hope we are friends for another 30.

It is the 8 o' clock at night by the time I get home from the hospital. Quinn and Santana are with me to pick-up the twins. As soon as we burst through the door, I could hear Katy laughing and the babies squealing with delight. We go to the family room and see them dancing with Mike. Katy was getting more coordinated with her moves and was able to find the beat. Mike was holding Harper up by the hands and dancing with her, while Holden was on the floor, sitting, rocking back and forth to the beat. It was a welcome sight, after the challenging afternoon we all had.

Seeing Quinn made things worse instead of better. She kept asking Quinn all of these questions while all of us were in the room. She couldn't understand why she couldn't remember her life with Brittany, but could remember her life with Quinn. She remembered being under the light in the Santana's gazebo the summer after her graduated McKinley. She recalled gazing under the stars, when you had your first kiss. She remembered your rape and how difficult that time was the both of you. Finally, she remembered your suicide attempt, and waiting for you to come home. It was then that your memories stopped: the day Quinn got home from Yale. Rachel knew that her and Brittany were closer friends than before, but she didn't know their love story. She couldn't remember the daisies and candles love confession or how she was the one to propose first. She didn't know that she won a Tony award. She had no memory of the births of Barby, Noah, Tristan, and Charlotte. Her own children were strangers to her. As she came to grips with how much she was missing, it made her upset at herself, even though there was no one to blame. It was all weighing down on Brittany, as she had to fill-in-the-gaps to Rachel's patchwork memory. The other thing that we discovered was that, in her mind, Santana and Brittany finally got back together. It never really did happen, minus the summer they spent back in Lima. What they had was a summer fling that didn't pan out once they returned to New York City, despite the huge effort from the two of them. Essentially, in Rachel's mind, she was in love with Quinn. Britt and San were together, as in "together-together." We all had pounding headaches, after deciphering what Rachel knew and didn't know.

I go to Mike and give him a quick peck before joining in the dance party. Quinn takes Harper from Mike, picks her up, and starts dancing too. Santana sits on the floor with Holden, clapping out the beat. We all dance until we are exhausted, both adults and children.

"I cooked supper and have it waiting in the oven for you guys. I figured that you wouldn't have time to eat anything. I made halibut, green beans with almonds, and mashed garlic potatoes, which were a big hit, huh guys?" Mike says.

Quinn looks at her kids, smells Harper and realizes that Mike had given them their bedtime baths.

"Oh, Mike! You didn't have to give them their baths! I am so sorry..." Quinn starts to apologize.

"Q, it's all good. After dinner, they had mashed potatoes all over themselves. Katy get her bath at night too, so I just bathed them all at once. We still had the pajamas they wore when the spent the night. I figured that it would one less thing for you and Santana to do, after such a taxing day."

Santana and Quinn simultaneously give Mike a kiss on each of his cheeks. "Just for that alone, we now owe you 3 date nights of babysitting Katy, ok?" Santana says with a tired smile. At that, Holden lets out a big yawn and Harper isn't far behind.

"Well, ladies and gent, I think that is our cue to leave. Thanks again, Mike, for everything! Come over for dinner tomorrow, k? I might even make one of your favorites, Mike. How do Lopez enchiladas sound?"

With excitement, Mike says, "I never turn done a meal made by Dr. Lopez. See you tomorrow night then! Around 1800 sound good, Santana?"

"That sounds perfect, Mike Chang."

We all exchange hugs and good-byes as Mike walks to Fabraylopez brood to the door.

It is the next day, 1000 by the time I see Rachel again. This time, I am alone with her, minus Katy of course. She could have been in daycare, but ever since everything happened, I wanted her close to me. She is napping on the cot that Brittany has been sleeping on the past couple of nights. Santana is back at work, as is Quinn. Britt was at the NICU, visiting Charlotte. We didn't want to leave you alone, so we had a rotating schedule. You were also napping, Rachel. I think that all of this had left you equally emotionally and physically spent.

I was sitting, praying the Rosary for you, for all of us. Christmas and Hannukah were around the corner and I was wondering what would be happening. I remembered yours and Quinn first holiday season together. Q had asked me to go shopping and her help pick out Rach's present.

"I think I know what to get her, Tina, but maybe it's too early to?" Quinn says as we walk down crowded 5th Avenue. I was just along for the ride, well the NYC speed walking, push and shoving ride. "Is it too soon for jewelry?" she asks me.

"Well, I think that jewelry is always a nice gift. It shows committment. So, what to you have in mind Q? A bracelet? Earrings?"

"A ring. I want to ask Rachel to marry me, " she says as she opens the door to Tiffany's, ushering me inside. It was my first time ever in the famous store. It was all sparkly, classy, and warm, just like Quinn. I look at her with wide eyes as I realize why we were here.

"You, you are going to buy an engagement ring? You have only been together for 9 months, Quinn! Don't you think it's too soon?"

"Well, these past months have been the best of my life. If there is a way that I can make that feeling last forever, then I want to do it. I have loved Rachel for so long Tina, since high school. I don't want to wait anymore. I just want to know how you think she will react," she says as she approaches the engagement ring case.

"Good morning, Miss Fabray. Want to see it, again?" the saleslady asks Quinn.

"Hi, Terri. Yes, please. I want to show my best friend the ring. I need her opinion." Quinn says, looking expectantly. I shoot Quinn a look; she is on a first-name basis with her.

She opens the case, as I look down at all the diamond rings. I had never seen so many diamonds in one place. They were all so beautiful. Terri plucks out the chosen ring and hands it to Quinn. I wonder how many times she has come in her to look at it. Knowing Quinn, it has probably been once a week, since she picked it out. She looks at it, inspects it, before handing it to me. "What do you think, Tina?"

I take the ring from her hand and look at it. It's brilliance catches all the light, refracting rays of light from the center diamond. The ring was exquisite and Quinn has always had impeccable taste.

"It is half-carat Lucida cut solitaire, set in platinum. Once I first saw it, I knew it was the one. So..."

I am tongue-tied. I know she is waiting for a response, but how am I supposed to react. My best friend wanted my opinion on am engagement ring. I thought we would looking for necklaces. I compose myself and start:

"Quinn, it's just...it's perfect. I know that Rachel would love it. It suits her. But are you sure about this? I mean, really sure?"

"Yes, Tina. I have never been more certain of anything in my life."

Terri smiles wide, as does Quinn. I can see the resolve set in her eyes. She just needed my approval. She takes the ring from me one more time and she closes her eyes. I bet she is imagining getting down on one knee, proposing to her soulmate, slipping the ring on her left ring finger. Q open her eyes and says, "Finally, Terri. I am doing it. I am buying this engagement ring." She hands Terri back the ring."

"The ring you are holding is just for the display case. I will be right back, Quinn." Terri says with jubilation. What a great job she has, knowing that she brings 2 people together, who love each other so much that they want to get married. She directs us to have a seat in the waiting room. "Ladies, help yourselves to some coffee and tea, while I go and get the ring."

Quinn makes us both a cup of tea as I sit down. I am still shell-shocked. "Q, how long have you had this ring picked out?"

I see a blush spread across her cheeks, "A while." she responds ambiguously.

"So, like 3 months?"

"Longer than that..."

"6 months, then. Wow, that is a long time."

She hand me my cup of tea, as she sits beside me."

"A year. I have had this ring picked out for a year, Tina. I would come in once a week to look at it, to make a wish on it, that maybe, by some miracle, I would be able to give it to Rachel, someday. And today, well for Christmas, I can give it to her." Quinn says, as a lone tear falls from her eye.

I turn to face her, "But how did you know? A year ago, you weren't even together?"

"Do you believe in karma, T? Because I do. I believed that if I put it out there in the universe: if I put my love for Rachel out in the universe, somehow, someway, that love would be given back to me. It happened; it worked. I know that Rachel loves me too. We have talked about our future. I just want her to know how serious I am about us."

I take her hands in mind and say, "Well, Lucy Quinn Fabray, asking Rachel to spend the rest of her life with you is most certainly serious. As long as you are absolutely, positively sure about this, then I am 100% behind you." She looks up at me, with tears of joy. I wrap her up in a hug when Terri comes back with Rachel's engagement ring.

You never gave Rachel that ring, Quinn. Two weeks later you were raped. That night forever changed you and Rachel. As much as you loved each other, you couldn't work past the rape, Quinn, no matter how much you tried. You broke up with Rachel, which is something I never thought you would do. Then, you turned around and tried to kill yourself, which is something we never thought you would do. I never asked you what you did with the ring. I am sure you returned it. Rachel never saw it, wrapped up in the standard Tiffany blue ring box with a white bow. I was the only one whoever saw it, besides Quinn. You and Rachel were so close to a life together, it was within your grasp. That ring was an unfullfilled promise that will forever be left unspoken.

I look down at the hand I am holding. It is Rachel's left hand, with her engagement ring and wedding band on her ring finger. I was with you, Rach when you were picking out the bands for you and Brittany. Britt just said whatever you picked out for yourself, just get then same one for her. It was you, Rach, that asked Brittany to marry you first. It was funny actually, because you both had rings. You were going to ask each other to marry, it's just that Rachel beat Britt to the punch. The ring that Britt picked out for you was also perfect. It was a reflection of her unique flair that fit you perfectly. Now, I cannot picture Quinn's ring on your finger. Brittany's engagement ring is the perfect fit.

"Hmmm...Tina?"

"Hey there, sleepyhead." I say, putting away the Rosary beads. I had lost track of where I was anyway, thinking about everything. She looks around. I think it's the first time since she woke up that I was the lone one in the room with her."

"Britt is visiting Charlotte, Quinn had to go to work, and Santana will be in soon. She was called to a delivery."

Rachel nod her head in acknowledgement. "Is that..." she gestures over to my sleeping daughter.

"Yeah, Rach, that's my Katy. She just turned 3 last month."

"She is beautiful, just like her mother. I wish I remembered her. I am sure she had a great birthday party. All of us were there, right?"

"Yeah, it was just us, because that is a lot of people, anyway," I say with a smile. We all had a great time. I know Katy did."

Rachel looks at me with smile, but I know she is heartbroken that she cannot remember these things, the little details and big details of her life.

"It'll be alright, Rachel. It has to be."

She squeezes my hands and answers, "I hope you are right, Tina; from your lips to God's ears.