Adrian got home early that night. He kept his eyes on the clock all day until he could come home to Trudy. The second the day was over he waved goodbye and hurried home.

"Honey," Trudy said, "We have a surprise for you. Tonight, we're going to see Newsies."

Adrian grinned. He loved that show.

"That's wonderful," he said, kissing Trudy. The kiss felt like heaven to him.

"The show starts at 8 o'clock," Marsha said, "So we can either grab a bite before or after the show."

"I'm okay either way," Trudy said.

Adrian laughed and hugged his mother-in-law and father-in-law as well.

"How was your appointment," Adrian asked Trudy after he was done hugging her parents.

"It went well," Trudy said, "Dr. Bell's children are fans of Moral Bears. I offered to autograph something for them and meet them."

"I bet they'll love that," Adrian said

Trudy smiled.

"Even as a kid," she said, "People loved it when I autographed things for them. Of course, when I was a kid, they could recognize me. I remember once I signed like 20 autographs in an hour."

"Yes," Marsha exclaimed beaming.

She was thrilled that Trudy's memories were coming back as slowly as it may be.

"That was the day after you won your first Emmy award," Dwight added.

Trudy looked thoughtful.

"Did I sign my name or my character's name," she asked.

"Both," Marsha replied, "You also met your friend Ilizabeth that day too."

"I think I met Ilizabeth at the toy store, right?"

"Yes," Marsha smiled, "She was a year younger than you were. She was a huge fan of Moral Bears, and she nearly flipped her lid when you invited her to your party."

Adrian looked at his watch. It was a quarter to seven.

"The show starts in an hour and fifteen minutes," he said, "Maybe we should go now?"

"That's a good idea," Trudy replied, taking Adrian's hand.

He brought her hand to his lips. Trudy blushed.

"I love you," he whispered.

"And I you," she told him.

"I missed you today," Adrian said.

"You were gone for all of five hours," Trudy laughed.

"Yes, but I love you and I lost you for ten years."

"Technically five," Dwight pointed out, "We all knew her as Natalie, but she was always Trudy."

Trudy nodded.

"There were times I suspected it," Marsha said.

"So did I," Adrian said, "There were so many times "Natalie" reminded me of you.

Dwight looked down a little embarrassed.

"I never suspected that," he admitted.

Trudy laughed.

"Dad, I'm me and I never even suspected it," she said, "Don't feel bad."

Everyone laughed.

"Come on," Adrian said, "We should start heading to the theater now because traffic can be heavy sometimes."

They hurried out to the car. Adrian got in the driver's seat. Trudy sat next to him. Dwight and Marsha sat in the back. Trudy was relieved that Adrian was driving. She knew there would be times he would have her drive. He was right because she couldn't live in fear, but ever since she recalled the car bomb, she was terrified to start up a car.

"Do you think I should get my hair done like I used to wear it," Trudy asked thoughtfully.

"Sweetheart," Adrian said, "You look beautiful just the way you are."

Trudy blushed.

"This feels so natural," she said.

"Natural isn't the word I would use to describe what happened," Marsha said, "It feels amazing. It almost feels like a dream."

"If this had been a dream," Adrian commented, "I would never want to wake up, but I know it's not a dream."

He reached out and touched Trudy's arm gently. Trudy relaxed at his touch. He always knew how to calm her down.

"I know what you mean," Dwight said.

Trudy knew that she'd gone through rough times before, but she couldn't remember it now. That was one thing she was grateful to forget. That was all erased.

"I was thinking about doing some volunteering somewhere," Trudy said changing the subject, "I have so much I feel like I should give back."

"That's a great idea," Marsha said, "Where were you thinking about volunteering?"

"I'm not sure," Trudy said, "I'm thinking of either SFGH or the local orphanage."

Dwight laughed.

"Did I miss a punchline," Adrian asked smiling.

"I'm just pretty sure if Trudy were to volunteer at the local orphanage, she'd want to adopt the entire orphanage," Dwight teased lightly.

"You have a point," Trudy admitted, "Maybe SFGH would be better."

Marsha nodded laughing.

"We should volunteer with you," she commented, "We have so much to be grateful for."

"I'd want to do it too," Adrian added.

Forty-five minutes later they got to the theater. They were shown to their seats.

"We have premium seats," Dwight added.

They were also ten rows back.

Dwight and Marsha as well as Adrian and Trudy hardly had their mind on the show. They enjoyed it for sure, but their mind was still on what happened 3 days before. As soon as the show ended, they went to a restaurant that Trudy liked. It was called The Celebrity Deli.

"That was a great show," Trudy said grinning.

"I liked it very much," Adrian said, "But I wasn't looking at the stage. I was looking at you."

Trudy blushed.

"I guess I've become a big thing," she said.

"You've always been a big thing," Marsha said, "But yes. This is a big deal. Two days ago, our lives changed."

"It probably won't be such a big deal soon," Trudy said laughing.

"I don't think it will ever not be a big deal," Adrian remarked.

Dwight and Marsha both agreed.

"I have my last meeting of my grief center group tomorrow," Dwight said, "I can't wait to tell everyone the wonderful news."

"Just don't rub it in dad," Trudy said, "I'm sure this will be tough for some people."

Adrian put an arm around Trudy. That was so like Trudy. She was always thinking of the well-being of others.

The next day Dwight went to his meeting. He sat down and waited for it to begin but he really didn't feel like he belonged there anymore.

"Does anyone have good news to begin the meeting," Ashton (the men's group leader) asked.

"I have news that is so beyond good, good couldn't see it in the back mirror," Dwight said.

Ashton gestured to Dwight.

"Please," he said, "Go on."

"Three days ago, Marsha and I learned that Trudy is still alive!"

"How is that possible," Matt asked.

Dwight told them the story.

"That's amazing," Travis said.

"Yes," Matt replied, "But are you sure it's real? What if it's just a cruel trick?"

"It's not," Dwight said firmly, "Adrian was the one who discovered it, not Trudy. Trudy has the scar on her shoulder too. This is for real and as real as it gets."

"Is it hard for you to have to share her with Adrian and Marsha and her friends and family," Derrick asked.

Dwight laughed. Marsha had been asked the same question.

"We don't 'share' Trudy," Dwight said, "She isn't a car. She's a person and a much-loved person."

Sebastian got up and walked out of the room. He'd just lost his own nine-year-old daughter and he couldn't stand any of this ''good news''.

"What's up with the new guy," Walter asked.

"I'll go check on him," Dwight said.

He walked out of the room and followed Sebastian.

"Are you okay," he asked him gently as Sebastian reached for a cigarette.

"Do I look like I'm okay? I haven't been okay since I lost Gillian. I'm sorry. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy for you. I really am but this is hard as hell for me!"

Dwight put a hand on Sebastian's shoulder.

"I know what you mean," Dwight said, "When Trudy ''died'' I thought my life was over. I felt like I would never be anything but a shell. Healing is a long process."

"The difference," Sebastian said, lighting up his cigarette, "Is that Trudy ''died''. Gillian is actually dead!"

He air quoted the word died.

"Marsha and I only found that out three days ago," Dwight pointed out, "We spent ten years in mourning."

"Well, your mourning is over," Sebastian pointed out, "No parent should know the grief of losing their child. I'm sorry if I sound bitter."

"Don't apologize," Dwight said gently, "I know the feeling."

Sebastian put his cigarette out.

"Do you? Every regret I have plays over and over again in my mind. If I had done this differently… or if I never did that… or if I had made this decision instead of that one-"

Dwight nodded. He was all too familiar with the feeling of regret. He had plenty of regrets in his life following Trudy's so-called death.

"Give me your cell phone," Dwight said.

Wordlessly, Sebastian handed it over. Dwight put his number in Sabastian's cell phone. Then he handed him his own cell phone.

"Put your number in there," he said.

Sebastian did as Dwight told him to do. He then gave Dwight back his cell phone.

"Call me anytime you need a friend," Dwight said.

Sebastian smiled.

"Thanks," he replied.

Dwight reached out and hugged him. Sebastian awkwardly accepted the embrace and the offer of friendship. By the time they were done talking the meeting was over.

"I guess you're not coming back here huh," Sebastian asked.

"Well, I'm no longer grieving," Dwight replied, "So it's not appropriate for me to come to a grief group."

"I wish I was in your shoes," Sebastian said.

"They're about 2 ½ sizes too big for you," Dwight joked, eliciting a small smile from Sebastian.

"I miss my girl," Sebastien whispered.

"I know," Dwight replied.

Dwight walked Sebastien out to his car then got into his own car with Marsha.

"How was the meeting," Marsha asked.

"It was good," Dwight said, "I made a new friend."

He filled her in on Sebastien.

"I have the day off today," Dwight ended, "What do you feel like doing?"

Marsha's eyes lit up.

"Guess," she said laughing.

"Pretty much the same thing I want to do," he said, "Let's just call them first to make sure we won't be interrupting anything."

A quick phone call provided that Trudy and Adrian weren't doing anything special that night and would love to see Marsha and Dwight.