Dawn Sundale passed by several cars on the highway, yet she didn't notice a single one. She was involved with her own thoughts to pay any attention to other people around her. Her mind was just about giving her enough capability to drive while swimming in the sea of self pity that she had been diving in since leaving Las Vegas. She had come to realize that it was wrong to think the way she was, and that the people she was trying to help had it worse off that her. All she needed to do was get her head into gear and try to focus her energy on the things that mattered to her. So she was tired of being the should to cry on. It could have been a lot worse. She looked out of the window and saw a diner. Pulling onto the parking lot, she stopped the engine and got out.

The clouds that had been gathering in the sky for some time now claimed victory over the suns light, and the diner was cast into shadows. The girls sat down at a booth and ordered their meals. The orders were varied. Dawn went for soup, Mel for shrimp and Toffee England decided on a big slice of cake. Dinner that night was, different. Dawn turned to Mel and said: "Do you think dad will be home yet?" "I doubt he'll return until next week. Works been busy, or so he tells me. When I called him he was just coming out of a meeting and about to go into another," Mel explained. "You can stay with me then," Dawn told her. "I see I don't have a choice." "Do you ever?" Dawn giggled.

"I hope Wes is doing okay," Toffee suddenly said. "Why wouldn't he be?" Mel asked, perplexed. "Well." Toffee shrugged. "I just feel as if something is going on with him. I don't know what it is, and maybe I'm just being paranoid, but something is bugging him." Dawn finished off her soup and let the spoon clatter back into the bowl. "I think his new job is taking it's toll. Don't worry though, once he gets into the swing of things he'll settle down again." "I really hope that's the problem. I hate to think of him unhappy for some reason." Dawn placed a reassuring hand on Toffee's arm. "I'm sure he is happy, Toffee. I don't think I've seen such a lovely couple. You two are good together, and he knows that. I can see it in his eyes. He's happy with you." Toffee relaxed a little. "Thanks, sis. Hey, who's ready get get out of here?" The girls paid the check and left the diner. They were nearing home, and they didn't want to stop for anything. Eating was about all they would allow.

Holly Sundale took in a deep breath and let it slowly escape once more. She had been sitting in the studio for an hour, but she had felt anything but creative. It seemed all her passion for music had been drained out of her when Josh had broken up with her. Not only that, Wendy was still not talking to her and Steve was hardly around anymore. She seemed to be alone more often, and if it wasn't for Rochelle Leaves she would have been totally alone. As she sat there, Rochelle came up to the studio and waved. "Hey, Holly." Holly smiled. "Hey. How's it going?" "So so. I didn't sleep well last night. I could hear Chad and Sid chatting and watching movies." "You should have told them to shut up."

Rochelle raised her eyebrows. "It wouldn't have done much good. They won't listen to little old me." "I find that hard to believe. Rochelle, you speak your mind...believe me, if you told them to shut up, they would." Rochelle sighed. "I hope your not calling me a big mouth. Well, I guess your right. Anyway, enough about me...how are you?" Holly's smile faltered. "I'm doing okay I guess. I miss Josh, but I'm slowly getting over it...I think." "You will. Listen, you need to work things out. Take some time away from everything, including the band, and sort yourself out. We don't have enough members anyway." "I guess. We should start looking for a new guitarist when we decide to start the band again. We night need a bassist too, if Steve doesn't get his act together," Holly said, her voice filled with concern for her beloved band. "Have you spoken to him lately?" Holly shook her head. "Nope. He went to talk to Wendy, and since then he's been off school and not answering his cell. I hope Wendy didn't tell him what I told her." "If she did, there's no wonder he's not talking to anyone. I'm not judging you, Holly, because I know what you were feeling. I just understand his point of view too. He's had the biggest shock of his life, maybe, and I think I would be hiding too. He'll come to see you soon, if he knows, and you'll both work it out. You have to do it for Nathan." Holly nodded her head slowly. She knew Rochelle was right. She also knew that if Steve didn't know about Nathan, she would have to tell him anyway. It was time her situation was resolved. It had been going on for long enough.