She heads towards the kitchen. Something in the shadows outside the door catches her eye. She looks forward. A figure stares at her in the darkness. It moves closer, and she wonders if the door is locked. She stands there, frozen. Finally she can make out who it is. A smile creeps across her face. He waves, and she races to the door. She twists the lock, and grips the knob. She pulls the door open. He steps inside.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you," he answers signing as he speaks.

"I haven't heard from you is so long," Daphne admits.

"I know, and I'm sorry," he once again signs as he speaks.

"When did you learn ASL?"

"In boarding school. I learned it for this girl that I know," he reveals.

"I can't believe that you're here."

"I thought maybe you had forgotten about me."

"No."

"So there is no one special?"

She shakes her head, "No one special."

"I am only in town for a couple of days. I had to see you."

"I'm glad that you are here."

"Where are your parents?"

"They are out of town for the night," she reveals.

"So they won't mind if I kiss you?"

"How will they know?" she takes a step closer.

"I won't tell if you don't," he dares her.

She closes the gap between them. He kisses her, and she runs her hand through his blonde locks. She takes a breath. He stands there breathing heavily, wanting more. She smiles, daring him to make another move. She takes him by the hand. She leads him to the stairs. He follows her to her bedroom. She closes the door, locking it behind them. She closes the curtains, and moves towards him. He is dressed plainly. He wears a blue t-shirt, and a pair of jeans. She peels his shirt off him as he takes the ponytail holder out of her hair.

Hours later she wakes up. She looks at the clock, and then she looks over at the boy in her bed. He lays on his back. They are both covered by the sheet.

"Wilke?"

"Hm," he rolls towards her, opening his blue eyes.

"You have to go. My parents will be home soon."

"This isn't over. I want to see you again. Tonight for dinner? You pick the place."

"Ok," she agrees.

He gets dressed, and leaves the Kennish house. She picks her clothes up off the floor, and tosses them into the hamper, then she heads into the bathroom, and takes a shower. She dries her hair, and gets dressed, when she's finished in the shower. She heads down the stairs to the kitchen. She puts a kettle on the stovetop to make oatmeal. She looks at the clock wondering why her parents aren't home yet. She is working on washing the dishes when they finally walk in the door. Daphne looks up at them as John carries in the luggage.

"How was your trip?"

"It was just what we needed," John admits.

"Just what we needed? I could have done without the business meeting that you stuck in the middle of our romantic weekend."

"I couldn't pass up the opportunity. It wasn't like I planned it. It was totally spur of the moment."

"I thought that you guys would be back half an hour ago."

"We got stuck in traffic," John admits.

"In Mission Hills?" Daphne questions.

"There was a car accident," Kathryn explains, "They had to get the jaws of life to pry the driver out."

"What happened?" Daphne quizzes.

"A truck rolled through a stop sign, and plowed into the driver of the BMW," John reveals.

"What kind of BMW was it?" Daphne questions.

"I couldn't tell what kind it was. It may have been a Z4, but I honestly couldn't tell. It was in pieces."

"When did it happen?" Daphne follows up.

"Maybe forty, forty five minutes ago."

"Why are you so interested?" John quizzes.

"No reason," she excuses herself.

She goes to her room, and closes the door. She dials Wilke's number but it goes straight to voicemail. She feels a sense of panic set in. Her door opens as she paces the floor. Kathryn steps into the room.

"Sweetheart what has you so worked up?"

"Wilke stopped by this morning to ask me if I wanted to go to dinner with him."

"Wilke? I thought that he was at boarding school."

"He is in town for a few days."

"Ok. Calm down."

"I can't! What if it's him?"

"Why don't we call the hospital we will see if it's him."

"They can't tell you anything."

"Ok, Daphne I will take you down there."

"Ok," Daphne nods in agreement.

When they get to the E.R. Daphne makes her way to the nurse's station. She looks at one of the nurses.

"Excuse me. I am here about someone you just brought in who was in a car accident. It was near Mission Hills. I was just curious if you could tell me who it is."

"That would be a HIPPA violation."

"I understand that, but I think it might be my friend."

"Ma'am I don't know who it is. We couldn't retrieve the I.D. from the car."

"Can I see him?"

The nurse nods, and leads her back to a bay. The nurse motions for her to hold on. The doctor steps out from behind the curtain. He turns to the nurse.

"Is she here to I.D. the body?" he questions.

Daphne looks at him, "The body?"

Kathryn interjects, "Maybe this is all a misunderstanding. My daughter was trying to reach her friend who left our house around the time of the accident. Maybe it isn't him at all. Can you just let her see him?"

"Sure," the doctor nods.

Daphne enters the trauma area. The body on the gurney is mangled, and bloody. She looks at the face. She can't keep the tears from falling. She steps out of the room. She turns to the doctor.

"It's him."

"I am so sorry," Kathryn wraps her arms around her devastated daughter.