The Field of Dreams Chapter 6- Call Me Sometime, a when calls the heart fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters within this story. All rights and much respect go to Crown Media, Hallmark, Brian Bird, Michael Landon, Jr., the actors, creators, and writers of the show "When Calls the Heart." Any real people or places noted in the chapter are just there for storyline purposes.

Chapter 6- Call Me Sometime

Recap of the Chapter 5 ending…

"I'm sorry that I brought up leaving; I clearly wasn't thinking. But that's what happens when I'm around you…I don't think."

"Jack, living for right now is not something I'm used to doing, so all I can say is that I'll do my best to relax. Besides, what's going to happen will happen, right? It's just that not having control is a hard one for me."

"Elizabeth," he whispered before his lips met hers. His lips were soft, gentle and for the first time, his tongue pressed through the slight opening in her lips.

As he pressed her body against the entryway, she could feel his full weight upon her. His tongue swept through her mouth; it was eager, but carefully moved along the tender skin, eliciting soft moans as he felt her body relax into him.

"I'm so sorry that I ruined today."

"You didn't ruin it, Jack. It's just something that we have to realize is likely to happen. Besides, you may hate the sight of my by then anyway."

Jack was momentarily silent as his eyes caught hers, "I don't see that happening."

The team was leaving tomorrow for a four game road trip to Rhode Island, and they both knew that this break would give them each time to think.

"I'm going to call you while I'm gone," he assured her.

"And I'll see you at the park on Friday."

His lips met hers one final time. It was hot and more passionate than their previous kisses. Possibly his intent was to give her something to remember, as well as something to look forward to.

Elizabeth stepped inside and immediately headed for the back door to turn Lizzie out. While standing in the doorway, her doorbell rang. She closed the back door and returned to the front of the townhouse.

As she opened the door, Jack stepped back inside. No words were said, there were really none needed. His hands on her arms pulled her into him as his lips met hers. It was hot and demanding as his hand cradled the back of her head, urging her face closer to his.

"Don't forget me while I'm gone," he whispered.

"I don't see that happening," she whispered in reply as she watched him open the door and walk away.

If she thought that the kiss on the porch was something to remember him by, this one certainly was worth writing home about. Well, maybe it was best to keep it to herself, writing about it only in her journal as she did her best to keep the memory alive. Whether he meant to or not, he had left her with a feeling that she hadn't experienced in quite some time.

She walked to her bedroom and grabbed her journal. Hoping to seal this memory forever, she pulled her favorite writing pen from its case, poured a glass of wine and invited Lizzie back inside.

They both took a seat on the sofa as Elizabeth flipped to the next blank page. As she thought about the day, the fun she'd had, and how much she enjoyed spending time with Jack, she was suddenly brought back to reality and the fact that nothing lasts forever.

She clicked her pen and attempted to put her innermost thought s down on paper…

"Swept away; that easily happens at the beach as the waves crash over us. However, we don't plan for it in real life. But much like the waves, our emotions take us down, making us feel as though we are going to drown. We pick ourselves up, only to be brought to your knees again and again as life, and circumstances change. We learn from each experience, praying that with every time we stand, and every disappointment we encounter, that our hearts become stronger, as we push past the sadness and allow the happiness to find the light again.

Unfortunately I've learned that you can't depend too much on many people in this world, because sadly when you are thrown into darkness, even your shadow disappears. Personal happiness cannot and should not be dependent upon the actions of others. Although our mood is often enhanced by their presence, placing the responsibility of our own happiness into the hands of another is not only foolish, but unfair to all parties.

Finding joy in the simple pleasures allows us to accept the hand we're dealt; opening our hearts completely, expecting nothing, but experiencing everything. Individually, we must seek that which brings us the most joy, realizing that life is unpredictable and what we desire today may no longer be available to us tomorrow. So, we must enjoy it while it lasts, but never allow it to define us. For we are much more than what is visually seen; we grow as a result of our fears, our failures, our trials and our triumphs.

As we venture through life, we will experience emotions that thrill us, surprise us, frighten us and excite us beyond measure. However, along with those emotions will come change, some good, some bad, but always meant to move us forward. Expecting change without putting forth any effort is much like waiting on a snow storm in Hawaii. It's possible, but certainly not likely.

Therefore, we are tasked with finding within ourselves that feeling of inner peace, our comfort zone, that "happy to be me" satisfaction we feel when our reflection is seen in the mirror. Then, and only then will we be content with the hand we're given. We will then realize that much of life with not within our control, but if it is meant to be, it'll be."

She closed her eyes as her finger brushed across her lips thinking back to the kiss that she wouldn't likely soon forget.

Now on with our story…

5:10am…
Jack flew into the parking lot and pulled his car into his space. Looking around he saw the bus and quickly realized that everyone was already onboard and he was late.

"Jack, I have been calling you; we almost had to leave without you. Is everything okay?" Mookie asked.

Jack grabbed his bag from the trunk and rushed to the bus. "Man, I'm sorry Mookie. I had something I needed to do this morning and I ran into traffic on the way here."

"Where's your phone? I've been calling you for the past fifteen minutes."

Jack handed his bag to the driver and began patting down his pockets. Suddenly he stood with a defeated look on his face, "Damn, I left it on the counter."

"Hey, my hotel is just a mile away. Can you give me ten minutes?"

"Man, I wish I could, but we're already late." Mookie stated. As he turned around to board the bus, he observed several of the players who had stepped outside to see what was going on. "Come on guys; back on the bus," he demanded.

"Thanks for joining us Jack. Hey guys, I'll bet Jack had a sweet thing to cuddle with last night…"

Jack stopped, "Hey, watch your mouth."

"I'm sorry, Jack; I was just teasing."

As Jack walked down the aisle of the bus he ignored several other comments…

"What, did you have to drive her home this morning?"

"Did you get a little something last night, Jackie boy?"

"I hope she didn't wear you out. This is a big game tonight."

Each of the guys laughed as Jack said nothing on his way to the back of the bus.

Jack knew that if he made a big deal out of their comments that the joking would continue. Actually, they only teased him in hopes of getting him mad. He was determined not to allow that to happen.

Sadly for Jack, the only seat available was next to Ed. Before sitting down, he took one more glance around the bus, but realizing that he hadn't missed any open spots, he took his seat.

"Please don't tell me that you spent the night with Elizabeth. I've been trying to tap her for the past two years. I hate to think that here you come to town and after a few weeks she's sleeping with you." Ed laughed.

"You know, you're a jerk, and I can see why no woman wants to spend any time with you," Jack responded. "Just shut up and leave me alone," he stated as he dropped the brim of his baseball cap over his eyes and leaned against the bus window.

"I'm not looking for anything serious; you shouldn't be either. We're here to have fun…"

"Ed, we're here to play baseball." Jack's stated as his eyes remained closed.

"Okay, well you play baseball and in my free time, I'm gonna get that date with Elizabe…"

"Break it up back there," Greg Pavlick, the pitching coach yelled out as two other players left their seats, one grabbing Jack and the other holding tightly to Ed.

Ed was pushed toward the front of the bus, while Jack took his seat on the back row, as one of the rookies (Donnie Hart) moved from his seat to sit by Jack.

"I'm sorry," Jack stated. "I can't handle that guy. He has such a superior attitude; I just hate the way he talks about women."

"He got to you; he knows what button to push, and apparently Elizabeth is yours," Donnie commented.

"Do you know Elizabeth?"

"If I tell you 'yes' are you going to punch me too?" Donnie asked.

"I'm sorry; I lost my temper. That's just not like me."

"Jack, I like Elizabeth…not like you think, Donnie quickly added. "I have a girlfriend and I'm very committed to her. So truthfully, I'm not looking."

"Ed sit back down," several players called out as he made his way to the back of the bus.

Jack stood up expecting a confrontation.

Ed bent his elbows and raised his hands, "I don't want to fight. I'm sorry Jack. I like to joke around, but we're a team and we need to get along. I know Elizabeth is important to you, I'll stop the teasing," he promised as he stretched out his arm to shake Jack's hand.

Hesitantly, Jack shook his hand, leaned in and stated, "Elizabeth is very special to me. I won't discuss our relationship with you, and I'd appreciate it if she doesn't become the subject of our conversations. Agreed?"

"Agreed…" Ed responded as he headed up the aisle and returned to his seat.

"That's very forgiving of you, Jack," Donnie mentioned as he scooted over to give Jack room to sit back down. "What's the matter now?" Donnie asked observing Jack glum expression.

"I walked out of the hotel and left my cell phone on the counter. I promised her that I'd call her while I'm gone."

"Donnie pulled his cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Jack, "Use mine."

"I appreciate that, but unless you have her number stored in your phone it won't help me," Jack dejectedly replied. "That's the bad thing about cell phones; people get used to the technology and don't take the time to memorize the numbers. Unfortunately, I'm guilty of that."

Back at Elizabeth's Townhouse…

Elizabeth tried desperately to pull herself out of bed. She hadn't slept well, assuming that it was mainly due to Jack leaving. However, Lizzie uncharacteristically began barking as 4:30am, and when Elizabeth finally fell back to sleep, her alarm clock sounded.

As she sat up in bed, Elizabeth observed the sun peeking through her slightly cracked mini blinds. Her first thought was of Jack, but then she realized that "outta sight, outta mind," and she assumed that he had so much going on that he probably hadn't even thought about her since he left yesterday.

She walked down the hall and pushed the start button on her Mr. Coffee machine. She inhaled deeply as the scent of her Green Mountain Breakfast Blend coffee put the first smile on her face. She fed Lizzie and turned her outside, noticing that the skies were blue and the temperature was pleasant.

Elizabeth stepped back inside, packed her own lunch before taking a seat on the sofa. She enjoyed a cup of coffee and watched a cycle of the news while Lizzie spent a little more time outside. As Andy Roberts, Channel 6 Sports reporter shared a clip of the team boarding the bus for their early departure, Elizabeth found herself keenly aware of each player, disappointed when she assumed that she'd missed Jack.

With Lizzie back inside, Elizabeth made it a point to scold her for her early morning outburst. Lizzie looked at her as if she was crazy, grabbed a drink of water and then lay down by the back door, paying Elizabeth no further mind.

Elizabeth grabbed her lunch container and her purse before heading for the front door. "You be good Lizzie. I'll be back later," she stated as she opened the door.

There, lying in the middle of her front porch was a bouquet of roses, with a note sticking out the top which simply said, "Love Jack." As she picked up the bouquet, and turned around to close her door, there was a note taped just below the peephole.

She closed the door before grabbing the note…

Elizabeth,

I'm sorry that I wasn't able to see you before I left, but the bus pulls out at 5am and right now I hope I make it. Please know that you are very much on my mind. I look forward to seeing you on Friday, and hopefully the weather will be nice for the cruise on Saturday. I will do my best to call while I'm gone, but with practice and the games it may be late…I don't want to wake you.

Oh, please tell Lizzie that I'm sorry I scared her this morning…but in my defense, she scared me too!

Jack

Elizabeth walked back inside and placed the roses in a vase, setting it on the dining room table, where she could enjoy them from many rooms in the house.

It was now 7:45am. Elizabeth pulled her cell phone from her purse and dialed Jack's number. The phone rang five times before going to his voicemail…

"Hey, this is Jack. I don't have my phone on me or I'm busy but if you leave a message, I call you back just as soon as I can… BEEP"

Assuming that the bus had simply stopped for the team to get breakfast, Elizabeth left a message, "Jack, it's me… Uh, Elizabeth. I just called to thank you for the flowers; they are absolutely beautiful. I can't believe that you drove all the way over here this morning. Lizzie woke me up barking, so I wish I'd known you were here. I would have loved to have seen you before you left. Well, I hate talking to machines, so please call me back when you get back on the bus. Thank you again; the flowers were a lovely gesture."

Elizabeth's mood changed and there was a certain lilt in her voice when she wished Lizzie a good day. Before she left, she grabbed two roses from the bouquet and placed them in a smaller vase to take for her desk.

"Bye Lizzie," she called out as the door closed.

As the day progressed, Elizabeth found herself checking her phone multiple times, sadly realizing that her only messages were from the Vet, scheduling Lizzie's yearly checkup, and the auto mechanic setting up her next oil change.

Maybe he didn't realize that I called, she thought, so she pulled out her phone and after pulling up his contact information, she pressed send.

The phone rang five times before his voicemail kicked in…

"Hey, this is Jack. I don't have my phone on me or I'm busy but if you leave a message, I call you back just as soon as I can… BEEP"

Unfortunately, Elizabeth had no way of knowing how true his message was, and simply assumed that he was too busy to talk.

"Jack, it's me…Elizabeth. I called earlier, but I guess you're busy. Good luck in the game. I won't call anymore, because I don't want to bug you. Bye…"

In Pawtucket, Rhode Island, the bus pulled into the ball park and the players chattered about how this circuit would be theirs. Being on the back of the bus, Jack was the last man out.

"Jack," Mookie called out. "Can I talk with you for a minute?"

"Sure…hey, about earlier, I'm sorry. I shouldn't let him get to me like that."

"Hey, you know how I feel about Elizabeth, so if I had been closer, I may have clocked him myself."

Suddenly a smile covered his face, "Mookie, do you have Elizabeth's telephone number?"

"I thought you two were dating. You don't have her number?"

"Remember I left my phone in the motel? Her number is stored in my phone. I know, don't look at me like that, I should know it by heart."

"Well, I don't have it, but lucky for you my wife does. Let me call her and I'll get it."

"Mookie, you don't know how much I appreciate that," Jack stated as be breathed a sigh of relief. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well, I think I got the answer I needed. You looked like something was bothering you…well, besides the altercation between you and Ed that is."

"Mookie, I just started dating Elizabeth. She's hesitant about getting involved with a baseball player as it is."

"I'm well aware of that."

"So, I told her I'd call her, and then I go and leave my phone at home. I can only imagine what she'd think if I promise to call her, and then I'm gone for 5 days and I never do."

"It certainly wouldn't go very far in getting her to trust you that's for sure," Mookie stated as he pulled out his phone to call Rosa.

"Hey honey, how are you?"

"Hey baby. Is something going on? You don't usually call me this early when you're away."

"Well, as it turns out, Jack Thornton left his phone at home and needs Elizabeth's number. Can I get it from you to pass along to him?"

(Laughing) "He smitten, isn't he?"

"I believe so. Okay, can I have her number?"

"Just a second, let me look in the contacts on my phone. Hold on…" Rosa stated as she placed her phone on speaker and started flipping through the "T's" in her contact list. "Okay," she spoke into the phone, "can you hear me?"

"I sure can, go ahead."

"Okay, Elizabeth's number is 555-721-1832."

"Got it; you just made a guy here really happy," Mookie replied as he wrote down Elizabeth's number on a Hawks card and handed it to Jack.

"I'm glad, but tell him to treat her right or he'll be dealing with me."

"I will honey. I'll call you after the game…Love you!"

"Here, take my phone, go over there and give her a call. Then I want you 100% on the field, okay?"

"Thanks man, I appreciate it," Jack stated as he grabbed the phone and ran off to get some privacy.

He punched the number quickly, as each second ticked away, it was one less moment that he had to hear her voice.

Elizabeth walked into her home and was greeted by a very anxious Lizzie. She sat her purse, phone and lunch container down and immediately walked toward the back door.

Her phone rang 5 times before switching to her voicemail…

"Hi, you've reached 555-721-1832. I'm sorry but I'm either away from my phone or unavailable at this time. If you would like to leave your name, phone number and a message, I will get back with you as soon as possible. Thanks, and have a great day…BEEP"

Jack's smile immediately disappeared, "Elizabeth, it's me…Jack. I know you weren't expecting to hear from me so soon, but I wanted to let you know that I left my phone on the counter in my motel room. I'll call again, but I'll have to borrow someone else's phone, so please answer. Hey, I hope you liked the flowers. Oh, and I checked the weather for Saturday, it's supposed to be clear and in the 70's, so I'll get the tickets for the cruise. WOW, I wish you had answered; I wanted to hear your voi… BEEP."

"If you are satisfied with your message, hang up. If you would like to delete it, please press pound."

Jack hung up the phone, sorry that he was unable to say everything he wanted to, but thankful that he'd gotten through and was able to leave a message.

Elizabeth brought Lizzie back inside, grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and her phone and walked back to her bedroom to change. She tossed her phone on the bed while she pulled her comfortable yoga pants and t-shirt from her dresser.

Telling herself she wasn't going to worry about whether or not Jack called her back, she couldn't help pulling her phone up again to check. She sat on the side of her bed and glanced at her phone, flipping through her most recent calls.

"Telemarketer…telemarketer…telemarketer… Gosh, I'm so tired of all of these calls," she stated as she blocked them from contacting her further.

She had several voicemails; after listening to two calls regarding money for student loans, and refinancing her townhouse, and not recognizing any of the other numbers, she blocked the remaining numbers...

She changed her clothes, grabbed Lizzie's leash and decided that she was not going to sit around and wait for Jack to call her back.

"Come on girl; let's go to the park," Elizabeth stated as they headed out the front door and walked the two blocks to the park.

As she walked in the gate, she released Lizzie who took off, excited to play with her friends, Bruiser, and Morty. Elizabeth joined Joanne and Sami at the picnic table while the dogs played.

"WOW, I haven't seen you here is a long time. How have you been?" Joanne asked.

"Oh, I've been around, but Lizzie has been playing at home. I just needed some fresh air, so to the park we walked," Elizabeth replied.

"So how have you been? Dating anyone?" Sami asked.

Elizabeth shook her head and laughed softly, "Why is it that you guys are more interested in my love life than I am?"

"Because, you're a catch and we hate to see you alone. The last time I saw you I told you that my cousin was moving back. He's in town now."

"And I keep telling you that he is how you and I met. Remember Sami, Adam and I dated in college. It didn't work then, so why would you assume that it will work now?" Elizabeth asked.

"You guys were in love. I remember how close you were," Sami replied.

Elizabeth was quickly becoming frustrated and realized why she hadn't been to the dog park in a while. "Sami, we were in college, and I can't say that either of us even knew what love was. But when he went away to medical school, and told me that I was a distraction, and he didn't want to see me anymore, he made his choice."

"Well, he's back and he isn't married."

"Well, I guess that's unfortunate for him."

Sami smiled, "Yes, but you two could maybe try again."

"Sami, I'm dating a really nice guy. So please just leave it alone," Elizabeth responded, hoping to put it to rest.

"Who…?" after remaining quiet, Elizabeth's last comment caused Joanne to rejoin the conversation.

"His name is Jack…"

"I know Adam is going to be disappointed," Sami stated.

"He'll get over it; I did." Elizabeth stated as she glanced out into the field and found Lizzie lying under a tree, enjoying the shade. "Come on Lizzie, we need to leave."

Elizabeth stood up to leave but was stopped by Sami who hugged her. "It was great seeing you. Good luck with your guy, but if it doesn't work out, give Adam another chance."

"Sami, you're a good cousin, but it isn't going to happen. It doesn't matter if Jack and I work out or not, Adam is in my past and that is where he will stay."

"Well, it was great seeing you anyway."

"You guys have a great evening," she called out to both women as she gathered Lizzie and headed for the gate.

Once they walked back inside, Elizabeth fixed Lizzie's dinner and a salad for herself. She sat down at the dining room table and turned the radio on, tuning it to WHVH. A few songs were played before the "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" song came on.

"Good evening Hawks fans; this is Randy Marks, and I sure hope you are looking forward to an exciting game between our very own Hope Valley Hawks and the Pawtucket Paw Sox. The Hawks have taken the field to practice, and I have to say that they look pretty sharp. During batting practice, Jack Thornton hit two homeruns, and I wouldn't be surprised if he was called back up to the parent club before long. When you watch him play you realize that he was meant for bigger things, so I for one hope the Mets are keeping a close eye on him."

"Shut up, Randy. You don't have any idea what you're talking about," Elizabeth was obviously annoyed as she walked over and shut off the radio.

I'll find out how he did when he calls me tonight, she thought.

She walked back to the dining room table and continued to use her fork to move her food around. Realizing that she was not going to consume her salad, she took her plastic plate and threw it in the trash can.

She grabbed a book, "The Obsession" by Nora Roberts, from the coffee table, grabbed a glass of wine and took a seat on the sofa. Although she'd heard wonderful reviews of the book, she must have read Page 1 five times before realizing that her mind was not on it.

She closed the book and turned the radio back on only to find that Jack was up at bat. The first pitch was a called ball. The next two pitches were sent right down the middle and between hips and shoulders and were obviously strikes. The next pitch was a little low and outside, another ball. On a 2-2 count, Jack pounded the next pitch over the right field fence, bringing in the runners that were already on 2nd and 3rd.

Elizabeth's thoughts vacillated between wanting him to do well, and hoping he tanked. She knew that it was wrong to hope that he did poorly, but the fear of him leaving loomed heavily, even more so when he played extremely well.

It was easy enough for Elizabeth to head down the dark path. After all, they'd only just started dating; he couldn't care about her but so much; so leaving now and just considering her as a friend she assumed would be effortless.

But then again, he did go out of his way to bring her flowers. However, as quickly as she was changing her mind, she remembered that he never called her back after she left him two messages.

The dark path was looking pretty likely…

Elizabeth grabbed her journal from the end table, flipped to the next blank page and began to release her feelings onto the white canvas…

"Before we realize what we want in life, we pass through relationships, wondering why some worked while others didn't. As we think about it, the best relationships, both platonic and romantic, begin unexpectedly, with no demands, and no expectations. Our minds are free to take in everything, and while we aren't looking, that person you never saw coming steps out of the darkness and knocks on your heart.

As I sit here alone, I contemplate what I want in my life. I think about the man I want to love; how I want to love; what I need to learn or change in order to love that way. I think about the person I need to become in order to be loved the way I want. But in order to be truthful and honest, I am not me if I attempt to become someone else. I cannot love purely if my emotions and feelings are no longer my own.

When I think about it; when I dissect it down to simple truths, what I want in my lifetime is to be his favorite; his favorite place to chill, and his favorite place to regroup. I want to be the person he feels safe and comfortable with as he shares his hopes, his dreams, his fears, his secrets, his wants, his needs and his desires, and with no reservations be completely certain that I will always protect them. However, it must go both ways and that is where the situation takes on a new life.

I am well aware of what I want, what I need in my life, yet I cannot expect someone else to have the same view; the same need for that strong emotional connection. Although we cannot expect to find what we need without opening ourselves up to the possibility of disappointments, others have a 'here today, gone tomorrow' view on life. We cannot assume that their viewpoint is wrong; it may simply be a stand that we can't support."

She closed her book as her eyes immediately focused in on the beautiful flowers that he went out of his way to bring her. Why would he drive all this way to bring me such beautiful flowers, but then not return my call? She thought.

She turned on the radio again and sat quietly as he listened to the play by play. Apparently the Paw Sox carried a slim lead going into the bottom of the 9th. As Elizabeth listened, by the time Jack came up to bat, there were two outs and runners on 1st and 2nd.

Elizabeth's heart pounded as pitch after pitch stacked the count. With 2 strikes and 3 balls, Jack hit a line drive down the first base line.

"Foul," the umpire called.

With the next pitch, Jack caught the ball just right, sending another line drive down the first base line but this time just barely fair. As the runners on 1st and 2nd crossed home plate, Jack slid into 3rd with no concerns for his previously ailing knee.

With the two runs added, the Hawks managed a 6-5 win. Elizabeth glanced at her watch, 9:35pm, and she could only assume that he would call her after he showered and changed. That was until several team members were interviewed and talked about going out to celebrate their win.

Elizabeth brought Lizzie inside, locked up and went to bed.

Pawtucket, R.I….

Jack rushed to get into the shower, wanting to call Elizabeth before it got too late. As he changed, and grabbed his belongings from his locker, he looked around for Donnie, hoping to borrow his phone again.

"Hey Donnie, may I borrow your phone?"

"Sure, it's in my locker…#23."

Jack grabbed his phone, went to a quiet spot outside of the locker room, pulled the card with her number scribbled on it out of his pocket and called her. The phone went immediately to voicemail…

Disappointedly Jack began to leave his message…

"Elizabeth, I wish you'd answer the phone, I'd like to talk to you. I had a great game and I wanted to share it with you. Did you get the flowers? It's funny; I thought I left home early enough to get to your place and then back to meet the bus. They almost left me," he laughed. "Although, I've got to admit that I wish I was back in Baltimore with you right now. Please call me; use this number, it belongs to Donnie Hart…remember I left my phone at the motel."

Elizabeth tossed and turned all night, picking her phone up several times to see if by some chance she had missed a call or text, but nothing.

The following morning Elizabeth pulled herself from bed, again checked her phone, and seeing nothing, she went to take a shower.

Pawtucket, R.I….

Jack lay in bed much like a kid at Christmas, doing his best not to wake his parents too early. However, in this case, he glanced over at the other bed and saw no sign of his roommate, Jose Moreno stirring.

Unable to wait any longer, Jack called out, "Jose, can I use your phone?"

Jose made an unintelligible uttering before pointing to the phone on the table.

"Thanks man," Jack stated as he grabbed the phone, slipped on his shorts and flip flops and stepped outside.

Jack stood impatiently as the phone rang, and rang, and rang. After five rings, the voicemail kicked in…

Jack had become frustrated, "I had no idea that it would be so hard to get in touch with you. I really miss you, Elizabeth; I wish I could talk to you. When you get a chance, give me a call back. You can use either this number or the one from yesterday. I'm just using anyone's phone I can grab. We are free today until about 3, so please call me…"

He stepped back inside, and assuming that there was nothing else to do, he slipped back into bed and attempted to sleep.

To be continued…

Note: This is a message to Katie. Unfortunately I guess you aren't signed in to the fan fiction site when you post your comment, so I am unable to send you a message back. So, I will answer here. I was an usherette back in 1979-80 and although I remember the broom girl, I can't remember her name. You may recognize some of the names, but most I've changed slightly.