3 months later :

Donna woke up to an empty house. She pulled her weary body out of her bed, and headed towards the bathroom to take a shower. About 20 minutes, Donna re-entered her bedroom, a towel wrapped around her. She walked over to her bed and glanced out the window. She could see Taylor lying on his bed, his lips moving. Isaac was leaning against the wall, nodding and talking to Taylor. Donna sighed and shut the blinds. She pulled open her closet door and grabbed her cream colored shirt off a hanger and put it on. She walked over to her dresser and rummaged through the drawers, until she found her brown cords. She pulled them on, and walked out her bedroom, barefoot. She trotted down the stairs, and into the kitchen. She grabbed a bowl from the cabinet, a spoon, and the box of Cheerios, and sat down at the table. Donna poured the cereal into the bowl, and began eating. When she was finished, she rinsed off the bowl and spoon and put them in the dishwasher. She heard Maddy scratching at the basement door. She pulled open the basement door, and the dog bounded past her. Maddy ran over to the sliding door that led outside, and barked until Donna walked over and let her out. Donna sighed as she trudged into the living room. She glanced at the wall that held the family photos, and looked away. "Don't think about that," she said aloud. She ran up the stairs to call Jess.

Donna let the phone ring 10 times before hanging up. Jess wasn't home. Suddenly, the phone rang while still in Donna's hands. She turned it on.

"Hi Tay," she said.

"How’d you know it was me?" Taylor asked.

"Lucky guess," Donna said.

"You feeling better?" Taylor asked.

"Somewhat," Donna said as she lay back on her bed. "I just need to get out of this house."

"Well, then it's a good thing I called," Tay said. "Jess is over, and we're just hanging around. Do you want to come over and hang out?"

Donna sat up. "Sounds great," she said smiling. "When do you want me to come over?"

"As soon as you're ready," Taylor said.

"Okay I'll be right over," Donna said. "Bye!"

Donna threw the phone onto the bed and ran over to her closet. She pulled her Doc Martens on, and stood up. Donna grabbed her brush from her dresser and brushed her hair a few times. She ran down the stairs and opened the front closet. She pulled out her favorite black corduroy jacket and put it on. Donna shut the front door behind her and ran next door.