Claire is laying in Jon's arms. Her phone rang. She answered it.
"Hello?" Claire asked.
"Where the hell are you?" It was Simon.
"I'm still home. Why?" Claire asked.
"Because it's four o'clock. You're parents said you never showed up to the funeral." Simon explained.
"Holy shit! Really?" Claire sat up.
"Yeah, but you're mom said that it was in your best interest because it hasn't been an entire year since we lost Dirks, so no one is upset." Simon explained.
"Alright. Well can you bring Demi home. I'm at my house with Jon and we can go see Derek." Claire explained.
"Alright. So what's Jon doing at your house?" Simon asked.
"Just bring my daughter to me." Claire hung up. She looked at Jon and laid back down. Jon put his arms around her.
"So Simon's on his way?" Jon asked.
"Yes. So we should get dressed." Claire replied. Jon stretched. Claire kissed him. He smiled.
"Alright." Jon got up. Claire sighed. "What?"
"Hm? Oh nothing. You're just- Gorgeous." Claire explained. Jon flashed her a smile. She got up and began to get dressed.
"This has really been an eventful month." Jon explained.
"It has." Claire agreed.
"So what's happening now?" Jon asked.
"Si is going to pick us up and take us- to- Dirks." Claire explained.
“Alright.” Jon sighed. He began to get dressed. “So is there a guestimate time when he’ll be here?” Jon asked.
“Give or take ten minutes. At most.” Claire explained.
“Oh.” Jon replied. Claire laughed as she opened a draw. “What?”
“Well our first outing with Demi- I put this picture away because it would always make me break down, but he’s not dead.” Claire replied. She took a deep breath. “No I can look at it without feeling guilty. You know he didn’t supposedly die of a concussion. They guy that shot Harry shot him at the concert. Then he was put under the witness protection program.”
“Really?” Jon asked.
“Yeah.” Claire explained. The doorbell rang. “Shit. Si is here. Zip me up real quick?” Jon zipped up the back of her dress. “Thank you.” She kissed him. She walked to the door and opened it. It wasn’t Simon.
“Hi, Claire.” He smiled.
“Oh my gosh.” Claire began to tear up. She hugged him.
“Who is- it? Holy shit!” Jon walked into the foyer.
“Hey, Jon.” Derek smiled.
“Oh my God. You’re actually here.” Claire looked at him not believing her eyes.
“Well yeah.” Derek replied. Claire hugged him again. He squeezed her tight.
“I’m so happy. Si was going to come and take us to see you. What are you doing here?” Claire asked.
“Well I- Let me start off by saying none of this was my idea! I- They were just keeping me safe from the psycho. I’m sorry about Harry.” Derek replied.
“I didn’t go to the funeral. I just couldn’t not after your fake one. Oh my gosh.” Claire hugged him again. He kissed her cheek. Then she noticed the woman holding a baby behind him. “Um- Hi. I’m Claire.”
