Ciccy stared at off into space. "Ciccy? Ciccy!" Octavia shook her friend. "You alright? You just zoned out," Blu asked from the other side of her. "She was probably thinking about Jonathan again," French Fry rolled his eyes. (I really just don't know how to spell his name so...) Ciccy's eyes widened and she growled lowly in Greek. "And she speaks in another language," Frenchie huffed. "Can't you shut up? You know that's a sore subject for her!" Seth told him in irritation. Octavia elbowed Frenchie and Blu sighed. "Are you okay Ciccy?" She asked. "You don't look too good." "Do you think he'll come back?" Ciccy whispered. "I doubt it. We don't know where he went. He could be dead," Frenchie shrugged. Octavia kicked his shin and everyone started yelling. Ciccy couldn't hear them though. 'He could be dead...' She held back tears as and stood up and ran out of the small cafe she worked at. She sat on a park bench and hugged her knees to her chest. "He'll come back...he's not gone...he can't be..." she whispered to herself. She was unaware someone had sat beside her and wrapped their arm around her. "He's right here," Jonathan said. Ciccy hugged herself tighter. "I'm going crazy," she whispered. Jonathan chuckled. "No you're not. Look at me C, I'm right here," he said gently. Ciccy slowly looked up at him and her eyes widened. She instantly hugged him tightly and Jonathan hugged her back. "Why did you leave?" She asked through tears as she cried into his shoulder. "I had to C, but I'm here now," she smiled into her. They broke apart and he took in her rugged appearance. The brightness and happiness had drained from her eyes, she was much paler, her hair was a mess and her clothing we're just sweat pants and a sweatshirt which were not think enough to be sitting out in the winter. She looked completely broken and was so much thinner then he'd last seen her. "What happened to you Ciccy?" He asked sadly as he cupped her face in his hands. She hadn't eaten any chocolate covered chips since he left and barely ate anything. "I-I..." she stammered and held his arms with her cold hands and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry...I know you would want me to...not do this but...but I did...and I missed you...but you're back now," she opened her eyes and smiled. "We can go back and tell Octavia and Blu! And prove Frenchy wrong! He said you were dead but I knew he was wrong!" She rested her head on his. "Ciccy...I can't go back..." Jonathan sighed. "What? Why?" Ciccy asked, her face falling. "I can't explain," he replied apologetically. "Then I'll go with you," she tried. "Ciccy you can't. I'm sorry. I don't want you hurt," he kissed her forehead and stood up, still holding her hand. "You can't leave me!" Ciccy begged. "I'm sorry Ciccy," Jonathan whispered and kissed her again. A tear fell down Ciccy's face. "Please," she sobbed but he was already gone. She fell to the ground and sobbed.

Then she woke up. She was crying and panting. "Ciccy! What's wrong?" Jonathan asked her. They were in the living room of her apartment. It was just after Momma C died and she had asked Jonathan to stay over. She was curled up in the corner of the small couch and Jonathan was beside her. "I-I..." she murmured. She suddenly hugged Jonathan. "It was a nightmare...y-you were gone...a-and...and I was crying..." She hugged him tighter as she cried into his shoulder. "It's okay C...its just a bad dream. I'm right here," he whispered reassuringly as he hugged her back. "I'll never leave you Ciccy. I love you." "I love you too Johnny Boy," she whispered.