I do not own the copyrights to Fantasy Island

*Words from the show The Wedding

** Words from my own FF Backfire, Home Again, or Making Amends

Opening Scene.

"Hurry, Amy! We'll be late." Jenny spoke while leaning against the door frame; Her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. If she'd been able to, she'd have been bouncing on the spot; for as eager as she was for them to get going, her health had been on the decline and so she no longer had the physical energy to do so. As it was she tapped her fingers repeatedly on her skirt as she stood at her friend's open apartment door.

The one bedroom apartment was simple, but nice. The furniture might as well have been from the seventies, but none of it appeared to have been made more than six months ago. Flowered pictures, along with landscapes also filled the front room.

"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying." Amy came out of her bedroom carrying a small suitcase and her keys, but still managed – with one hand — to button the top of her jacket, before closing both the bedroom and front door. "The island's not going anywhere you know and, most likely, we'll be an hour early to the airport as it is." Her own Auburn hair was – for the most part-— allowed to flow freely with the exception of an antique silver barrette keeping both sides of her face free from hair. However; unlike her friend, Amy preferred dress pants, or slacks rather than dresses.

"I know!" Amy's friend then told her she didn't have to go with her; it wasn't like she was a child who would have taken offense at having been told no.

"I'm going with you. Besides, if you remember, this was my idea not yours. To give you a weekend full of a normal life before you wind up in a wheelchair for the rest of it." Jenny was too excited at having received a positive reply to visit Fantasy Island to acknowledge that had been the case; she simply went straight out the side door and into her friend's little white sports car.

Amy said nothing as she put her bags into the truck of the car and climbed into the driver's seat. However, words she'd only read in a journal popped into mind without having to be consciously dwelt upon.

*I could be the man you came back to Fantasy Island for… along with ** I do not fake what I think, or feel, to those I have high regards for… Those two thoughts, along with a sight she'd not repeat to anyone;- knowing full well they'd label her crazy,- made her stiffen though there was no outward sign such a thing had occurred