Peter Waterday had been walking around the neighborhood, in a daze after seeing the plot of land where his and Toffee's house once stood. Old memories flooded back to him like a train heading towards a car on the tracks. It hit him, and he felt overwhelming grief for what he had lost. As he walked past a nice, average size house with a nice front yard, he noticed someone walking towards the front door with some boxes. She set them down and unlocked the door. As she turned to pick up the boxes she stopped and looked at Peter. "Oh my God, Peter," Jess Peterson said as she headed over to him. "Hey Jess. How long has it been?" he said as he kissed her cheek. "Too long. We just finished high school," Jess said. "Come on in, we should catch up." Jess lead Peter too her living room. "Sorry about the mess. This house needs a serious make over. I'm starting with the walls, I hate wallpaper." Peter laughed. "You haven't changed much."

Jess also laughed. It felt as if they had never lost touch. "So, what's going on with you?" "Well, I am divorced," he said. "Oh, thats a shame. It didn't work out?" Jess asked. Peter looked at the floor, once again hit by the past. "It was my fault. I did something years ago that came back to bite me and then I lost her." "Was it anyone I know?" Jess asked. "I doubt it. Her name was Toffee and now she is married to someone else. They are on their honeymoon as we speak." "I'm sorry Peter. How are you dealing with it all?" "I don't know. I still love her, and if I could get her back I could but I think she has moved on for good." Jess put her arm around him. "Well, enough about me. What about you?" he asked. "Well, let's see. My brother and I were going around the country and stealing from people until I helped the police stop him." Peter looked stunned and confused. "Okay." "He was doing it long before I started to get involved. He would get the rich and powerful to donate money to a fake charity and pocket it all. I was desperate when I started so I agreed. We came here to pull of a big one, but I just couldn't do it anymore so I agreed to help the police and put him behind bars and I would go free," she explained. "I think you win with the worst past," Peter joked. "We all do stupid things." "Believe me, I have done a lot of them." Jess looked at him. "I hate the fact we broke up in high school. I really did love you." "Same here. Hey, how about we go out later? Get a meal or something?" Jess smiled. "That sounds great."

A parents worst nightmare is one of their children going missing. For the parents that have to deal with it, it may be the hardest thing they have ever had to face. So many thoughts flood their minds, and all of them are painful. Dawn Sundale and her daughter Holly were sitting in silence in the living room of their home. It had been two weeks since Poppy had gone missing. At first, Dawn had been hysterical. However, now, she was quiet. She had been in a sort of trance for a week. There had been no news. The police were doing everything they could. Dawn had taken leave from work, however she found it hard to cope with not being out there with them looking for her little girl. Dawn finally said. "When did you dye your hair?" Holly looked a little startled. "Oh, I did it last night. I was tired of red." "It looks nice. I love your natural colour," Dawn said, stroking Holly's hair. "I am going to go out today. I want to run some errands and do some shopping."

"What are you getting?" Holly asked. "The fridge is almost empty so I need some food for a start," Dawn seemed to drift away from what she was saying. "Mom?" Holly said, touching her arm. "What's wrong?" Dawn looked at her. "Nothing honey. I just really want Poppy home." "I know mom, she will come home soon I know it." Holly looked at her mother. "I know it."

Angel and Mark Blackgreen were shopping before he went into work. Angel was taking a few days off as she was tired. Mark turned to her. "Are you okay?" "Yeah. My back is just hurting a little," she said. "Twins are hard to carry." "I wish I knew what to say to make it all okay," he said, kissing her forehead. "It's only going to get worse, I am not even showing that much yet," she said. "You look amazing," he told her. "I look fat. I feel fat and I doubt I will get my figure back," she moaned. "I love you, you know that right?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "I love you too. I am sorry I am moaning, but I hate not working and I am getting annoyed. I can't wait to go back next week." Mark took her hand and walked towards frozen foods.