SUMMARY: It's ten years after Ali's body is uncovered. The girls are now living in New York and following their dreams. The person responsible for torturing them is now behind bars but it's not over yet. A is still sending them messages.

"As we approach the ten year anniversary of uncovering Alison DeLaurentis' body," the voice on the television announced, "I want to remind all of you to keep her family in your prayers and learn from her example. Parents, please stay active in your children's lives..."

"I can't believe their flaunting her death like a PSA," Aria told her mother as she clicked the television off.

"I know," Ella said. "Imagine seeing this every time you turn on the television and radio."

"I can't wait to get back to the city," Aria sighed checking the time. "Speaking of, I should probably call a cab soon."

"I already did," Ella told her as a yellow cab pulled into the driveway.

"Alright," Aria hugged her mom. "I gotta go, but I'm so glad I made it for your anniversary."

"Bye sweetie," Ella squeezed her tight. "We'll try to make it for the holidays but no promises. We still have to visit your brother out in Chicago."

"I know," Aria smiled as she grabbed her suitcase and headed for the door. She loaded the taxi cab and they made their way to the airport where she quickly checked in and tried to find a place to sit and check her email. Aria found a seat close to an outlet and plugged in her laptop to get online. It was only a matter of minutes before her computer shut off again. Aria followed the cable to learn that someone else had unplugged her charger and replaced it with his own laptop cord.

"Excuse me?" she said towering over a handsome man in his early 30s. He looked up at her.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"Would you mind removing your charger?" she asked politely. "My laptop's about to die."

"For you," he winked, "anything."

"Thanks," Aria smiled uneasily. He walked over toward the outlet and unplugged his cord before he began winding it up allowing Aria to charge her laptop. She quickly got to work and finished taking care of business until her flight number was called. She got her things together, ran to the restroom, and boarded the plane only to find that it had already been taken.

"You again," she said to the same guy who had unplugged her computer earlier.

"Yes?" he asked.

"I think you're in my seat," she told him. "Twenty-two E."

"That has to be a mistake," he replied. "I am also 22E."

"Can I help you?" a stewardess asked passing through.

"Yes," Aria turned to her. "It seems we both have the same seat."

"Let me see," the woman took both of their boarding passes and gave them a look. "Oh no, sir you're actually in 22F. It looks like you got a mark on your boarding pass."

"That's odd," he said moving over a seat to make room for Aria. Aria grabbed her carryon and tossed it in the overhead compartment before taking her seat next to him and putting on a set of headphones.

"Excuse me," he said tapping her. "Can you pass me that magazine?"

"Sure," Aria said handing him a copy of Sky Mall. Why he would want to read that, she had no idea.

"Thanks," he smiled extending a hand. "I'm Jake."

"Hi Jake," she replied. "Aria."

"Beautiful name," he said before diving into his virtual shopping. Aria took his silence as a cue to drift off into sleep before the plane took off.

Hanna took a seat at her desk boasting a plaque reading Hanna Marin Senior Editor before she took a look at Femme Magazine's latest issue. She skimmed through it to make sure her latest adjustments had been met before she shipped it to her editor-in-chief Kate Lyons. With Kate undergoing cancer treatment, it was getting far more difficult for her to be around to oversee the number one women's magazine in the nation. Hanna finished compiling the completed issue and dropped it in the outgoing mail box for a messenger to get it to Kate's ASAP. Hanna checked the time and realized she was already late to meet Aria at the airport. She grabbed her latest designer purse off the coatrack and ran down the stairs to the ground floor before exiting into the hot summer air in New York.

Hanna strolled down 58th to get to Starbucks before she had to take a car to the airport. She got in line for her coffee and soon exited the door with a soy latte in hand. She walked toward the sidewalk and tried to hail a car. She finally flagged one down but felt a quick tap on her shoulder before she could get in. She turned to see a faintly familiar face.

"Caleb?" she asked turning to face him. It looked like Caleb. He had the same dark olive skin and chestnut hair but he was sporting a much shorter style.

"Hey," he blushed a bit. "Funny running into you here."

"Look," she cut him off, "I'm late already. I really need to..."

"Here," he handed her a business card. "I don't expect anything from you. Just call if you're ready to talk."

"Ok," she breathed before stepping into the back of the car and heading toward La Guardia. She finally regained her composure in the back of the cab. She hadn't seen Caleb since they broke up almost seven years ago. How did he manage to find her in a city of 20 million people?

"I really wish you'd stop worrying about this," Emily told her wife Rachel as she zipped up her dress.

"I'm about to meet your friends for the first time," Rachel explained. "How can I not be nervous?"

"I promise," Emily assured her, "it will be fine. They'll love you!"

"Promise?" Rachel asked.

"Promise," Emily said giving her a sweet kiss. They both grabbed their bags and headed for the door to catch a cab to the Velvet, bar where they were meeting the rest of the Liars for drinks. Emily and Rachel arrived a bit early and grabbed a cozy booth where the Liars could easily see them. Everyone arrived within a few minutes and they ordered a round of shots to kill the tension.

After hours of getting to know each other and hundreds of jokes, the girls were nearly exhausted. Just as they were paying the tab Spencer jumped up out of her seat to greet her friend Tyler who was coming in just at that moment.

"Ty!" she squealed when she saw him.

"Spencer," he smiled giving her a huge hug.

"You guys," Spencer told her friends, "this is my roommate Tyler."

The girls gave a chorus of greetings as they got up to leave and head home. Tyler and Spencer said their goodbyes and took a seat at the booth to grab some drinks. A few minutes later a new face came to join their table.

"Hey!" Tyler smiled seeing his friend Luke. He turned to Spencer. "You remember my friend Luke, right? We were all in Hastings Hall together.

"Yeah," Spencer smiled as Luke took a seat. "I remember."

...Spencer was running around her bedroom trying to put together a cute outfit. After throwing off six different dresses she finally chose a fitted red scoopneck and let her hair down into her natural loose curls. She grabbed her purse and exited the bedroom only to find Tyler standing at the kitchen counter.

"Where are you off to?" he asked pouring himself a drink.

"I have a date," Spencer said swiftly.

"A date?" he scoffed. "I haven't even heard you say that word since we graduated from law school."

"Ha ha," she said insulted. "Don't wait up."

With that final note, Spencer left Tyler dumbfounded as she made her way downstairs where a cab was waiting and Luke stood leaning against the hood of the car.

"Hi," he smiled giving her a hug.

"Hey," she replied kissing his cheek. They slipped into the back of the cab and drove to a whole-in-the-wall restaurant where they enjoyed a quiet dinner full of sexual tension followed by drinks at Velvet, Spencer's favorite bar. They talked about school and their jobs and then Luke paid the bill before venturing back on the street.

"My place is only five blocks away," Luke told her. "Would you want to come in for some coffee or something?"

"Sure," she smiled knowing full well there would be no coffee involved. They headed down to his apartment and made their way to his bedroom while seductively removing each others' clothes. It was only a matter of time before they were rolling around in his bed sans clothing...

Spencer snapped back to reality and smiled at Luke as she sipped her dry martini. She hadn't expected to see Luke tonight but she should have known she couldn't eradicate him from her life quite yet. He was a good friend of Ty's and it's only a matter before the two of them reinstate poker night at Tyler's just like the did back in college. She took a deep breath as she accepted her fate. It was going to be a long night.

"Excuse me," Tyler said picking up his cell phone. "I need to take this.

"It's after midnight. What could be important?" Spencer asked but Tyler was already out of sight.

"So," Luke said scooting closer during Tyler's absence, "are you doing anything after this?"

"Actually," Spencer smiled but was quickly interrupted by her cell phone. She pulled it out to take a look. It read: He can't look now. I bet you have time for a quickie - A. Spencer's face fell and she went pale. She looked around the bar but found no one suspicious. A should be behind bars for a long time. This had to be a mistake. She tossed the phone back into her purse and decided to ignore it, for now. She turned and looked back up at Luke. "Sorry, what were you saying?"