"Tony! Tony wake up!!"

Tony groaned as he threw his arm over his eyes. He couldn't believe it. He had finally started to fall asleep after hours of tossing and turning only to be awakened by...... wait a minute. Who was telling him to wake up? The voice was definitely female but it wasn't Angela or Mona. The voice sounded just like Sam's but she wouldn't be calling him Tony. The voice sounded like......no it couldn't be her. "I must be in the middle of a strange dream." he mumbled.

"No, you're not." Marie said sternly "Up and at em Anthony Morton Micelli!!!" At the mention of the name Morton Tony quickly sat up and stared incredulously at the person at the end of the bed.

"Marie?" Tony asked in amazement.

"Hi Tony!"

"Wha? What's going on? Am I.... am I dead?"

"No, you're not." she assured him. "But you are in trouble."

"I am?"

"Yes, and I'm here to help you."

"Help me with what?"

"I think you know." she said gently.

"No, really I....."

"Tony!!"

"Okay." he said shaking his head and climbing out of bed. "But, how did you find out?"

"Sam."

"Sam?"

"Yeah, she talks to me almost every night about what is going on in her life and your life. She is worried about you Tony."

"I'm fine."

"Oh really?'

"Well okay I guess I am a little confused."

"About whether or not you should move in with Kathleen?"

"Yeah." he sighed and sat down at the end of the bed.

"Well that's where I come in." she smiled and held out her hand.

Tony smiled back at her and slipped his hand in hers.

"Are you ready?"

"For what?'

"I'm going to show you what all your lives will be like whether you end up choosing Kathleen or Angela."

"How are you going to do that?" he asked confused.

"Just come with me and you'll see."

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They found themselves standing in Kathleen's apartment. Tony gazed around and then back at Marie.

"So um, what exactly am I supposed to be seeing here?"

"Just wait."

The door opened and Tony gasped as he saw himself come through it. He looked tired and unhappy.

"What's wrong with me? I look terrible." he whispered.

"Well there is a reason for that." Marie sighed. "By the way you don't have to whisper. Nobody can see or hear us."

"Okay. But why do I look so unhappy?"

Before Marie could explain they both witnessed Kathleen coming out of the kitchen.

"Tony!!" she squealed and flung herself at him.

"Hi Kathleen, how are you?'

"Much better now that my husband is here." she giggled and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Husband?! Kathleen and I are married?"

"You've been married for about 5 years."

"Are we happy?"

"Kathleen is."

"But, I'm not?"

"Tony, look at yourself. Do you look happy?"

Tony turned his attention to his future self. His eyes were full of sadness and he looked like he had aged 100 years. Tony felt a lump in his throat as he watched his future self remove himself from Kathleen's embrace murmuring that he was going to go change his clothes.

"Umm Marie?'

"Yeah?"

"If I'm not happy being married to Kathleen then why am I?

"Isn't it obvious? You didn't think you were good enough to be with the woman you truly wanted. "

"But Angela and I are just..."

"Friends?"

"Yeah."

"Tony the two of you haven't been just "friends' for a long time."

"But I... but we.." he stammered.

"Tony don't you see what's going on here?" she asked in frustration gesturing around her. "Or should I say what's NOT going on?'

"What do you mean?"

"Tony, when we were married every time you saw me you would pick me up and swing me around and kiss me with so much love and passion it made me feel all giddy and warm inside. "

"Well you were my wife."

"Yeah and so is Kathleen. At least she is here. And you barely kissed her. "

"Well maybe I'm just tired."

"Tony, you were always tired when you came back after months of playing baseball. But you would always swing me around no matter how tired you were."

Tony shook his head and rubbed his hands over his face. He was confused and frustrated.

"Marie I'm so confused."

"I know you are." she said softly. "And I hate to add to your confusion but there are some other things I need to show you."

"Am I going to like them?"

"No." she said sadly once again holding out her hand for him to take.

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"This is Mona's place." Tony observed looking around. "Why are we here?"

"See for yourself." Marie motioned towards the couch.

Tony gasped at what he saw. There sat Mona in a drab gray sweatsuit and she was...he couldn't believe it.... knitting?!

"Mona is knitting?!"

"Not only that she is...." before she could finish the bell on the oven dinged.

Tony watched in amazement and horror as Mona got up from the couch and went into the kitchen.

"She cooks too?!" What happened to the fun loving Mona? I mean I love to cook but cooking has never been Mona's idea of fun."

"Yeah, I know. But when you left Mona changed. But not just her. Everyone. "

"What do you mean?"

"Come with me."

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"So the two of you are here for a divorce?"

"Yes, your honor."

"Yes, Sir."

"Marie? Why is Sam here?"

"She's getting a divorce.' Marie said sadly.

"Wait a minute, that's not Matt."

"No, he was her 1st husband."

"First?!"

"Yeah, she is on her 4th divorce."

"Whoa!! hold on!!" Tony held up his hands. "She is on her 4th divorce?"

"Yes, and she isn't even 30 years old yet."

"But why? What happened?" he asked in bewilderment.

"Don't you get it?'

Tony shook his head.

"When you married Kathleen Sam lost all faith in love. She knew that you really loved Angela but instead chose Kathleen. After that she just didn't think that love mattered anymore."

"I made her feel like that?"

Her eyes on their daughter Marie nodded.

"But, that's not right. Love is important."

"Then why are you married to Kathleen? Do you love her?' she asked turning her gaze towards him.

"Well I. well you see...."

"That's what I thought. Come on let's go."

"But shouldn't we stay here and try to help?"

"There is nothing we can do for her Tony."

"But.." he protested.

"Tony there is more I have to show you."

"I'm so sorry Honey." Tony whispered to Sam before taking Marie's hand.

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Tony and Marie found themselves standing in the dirtiest and dingiest bar either one of them had ever seen.

"Hey barkeep!! Another beer!!"

Tony whipped his head around. That voice sounded like.... no it couldn't be!

"Marie that isn't Jonathon is it?"

"See for yourself."

Tony walked over and gasped when he saw him. His hair was unkempt and his eyes were bloodshot. "

"I think you've had enough buddy."

"Fine, I don't need your stinking beer anyway." Jonathon snapped and stood up immediately falling flat on his face.

"Someone needs to call this bum a cab." another patron observed.

"I'm on it. The sooner he is out of here the better."

"Marie what the hell happened to Jonathon?!"

"After you left he fell in with a bad crowd. Drugs, alcohol, you name it."

"What about school?"

"He quit."

"He quit?! Marie, he is 1 of the smartest kids I know. He could have been anything he wanted."

"Well after you left he lost all confidence in himself. Now all he does is spend his days either in a bar drinking or doing drugs."

"Marie, this isn't right."

"No, it isn't. But this is what happened and there is nothing you can do to change it. Come on we need to move on."

Taking one last look at the boy whom he had raised since he was 7 Tony sighed and once again took Marie's hand.

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Tony looked around. They were standing in the Bower Agency. People were bustling around in a frenzy but something felt different.

"Marie, what's the matter here?" Before she could answer he continued "I mean things don't feel right. They feel um I don't know." struggling to find the right words he looked to her for help.

"Cold?'

"Yeah that's it! The Bower Agency always felt warm and inviting."

"Of course it did. When Angela was in charge."

"When Angela was in charge?! Marie what is going on?!"

"Look at the sign Tony."

Tony looked over and about had a heart attack when he saw the sign. It no longer said the Bower Agency it said......

"Marie!! That sign can't be true!!"

"Well it is."

Tony was about to say more when he noticed two people walking into the room.

"And I want the coffee made before the meeting starts!"

"Yes sir."

"And make sure you call the hotel and tell them to give Mr Trapper the finest bottle of champagne, a fruit basket, and full use of the spa."

"Yes sir."

Tony watched in astonishment as Angela followed Jim Peterson around taking orders from him like she was his.....

"Marie, Why is Angela taking orders from that jerk?! And why does the sign say Peterson Advertising?!"

"He owns the business now."

"He what?! How the hell did that happen?!"

"After you left Angela lost all faith in herself. You were her rock Tony."

"But how did all this happen?" he asked in dismay gesturing around at the horrific scene before them.

"Well she started losing clients and her reputation started to tank. Jim stepped in and offered to help."

"Help?!" Tony scoffed. "The guy is a 2-faced weasel."

"Yeah, but at that point Angela didn't have any choice."

"So she sold him her business?" Tony asked sadly his eyes full of sorrow.

"Yeah."

"But why is she taking orders from him?"

"She's his personal secretary now."

"But why?"

"Well with her reputation being the way it is he didn't want any screw-ups."

"I can't believe this Marie!! Angela was the best in the business!!"

"Yes and look at her now."

Tony's heart sank as he watched Angela. She looked so dejected. So lost. Her eyes were devoid of any feelings.

Marie looked at Tony sadness filling her eyes. She knew that all that he had seen was a lot to take in. But he had to see it. It was the only way.

"Tony?" she said gently. "It's time to go."

"Where are we going now?" he asked his eyes still on Angela.

"I'm going to show you what your lives will be like if you choose Angela."

Taking one last look at Angela he turned to Marie and said. "I'm ready."

They walked hand in hand out of the room.