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Tracy Island, Sunday August 12, 8:13 AM

Scott wasn't sure what woke him, the chill emanating from his open window, or the squawk of the birds outside said window. He cracked one eye open and squinted at the clock. It was later than he usually slept, yet earlier than he had wanted to get up.

Groaning, he rolled over and pulled the covers over his head. He lay there under the blankets, shivering and listening to the birds until he couldn't stand it any longer. Whipping the blankets off, he strode over to the window and slammed it shut. He threw himself back on the bed and closed his eyes.

Ten minutes later, Scott gave up trying to go back to sleep and headed for the bathroom. Last night he hadn't done much more than grab a bite to eat and a quick shower. He hadn't even the energy to put on his pajamas, just crawled into bed. Now he took his time, first shaving then indulging in a long, hot shower.

Getting out, he wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to his bedroom. He walked over to his closet and pulled the door open.

Or tried to anyway. It seemed to be stuck.

"What the..." Scott tugged again, harder this time, but the door wouldn't budge. "The wood must have swelled or something," he muttered as he struggled with the door. Swearing under his breath, he turned from the closet and headed to his bureau. He grabbed the handle, pulling open the drawer. It too was stuck.

"Dammit!! What is going on here?!"

He fought with the drawer, pulling as hard as he could. Suddenly, the handle flew off and Scott went sprawling to the floor. Swearing, he got to his feet and pounded on the bureau. When that failed, he tried prying the drawer open from the edges.

Still nothing.

Finally, after struggling with it for another ten minutes, Scott sat in the middle of the floor glaring at the bureau. If looks could kill, the furniture would have been reduced to cinders by now.

"Well, now what do I do?" he griped to the room at large. All his clothes were in his closet and bureau. Sometime during the early morning, Kyrano had come and taken his dirty ones from the day before, so he didn't even have those to put back on. Scott had never even grabbed his bag off the plane, figuring he'd do it when he cleaned up and refueled it today.

He got to his feet for one more try. As he knelt in front of the dresser, something on the floor caught his eye. Frowning, he picked it up and examined it closely. Suddenly realization dawned and he got to his feet. "That son of a...I'll kill him." He tightened the towel around his waist and rushed out the door.

"...Grandma's calling her, Big Momma." Gordon leaned back in his chair, his arms behind his head. "It's kinda nice having another cat around. We had them everywhere on the farm, remember, Dad?"

Jeff nodded. "I do. And I remember you talking Alan into climbing up into the hayloft to look for kittens and he got stuck up there."

Gordon grinned at Dianne. "How was I to know that he would be too afraid to climb back down the ladder?"

"Because he was six!"

Dianne let out a low chuckle as she shifted on the bed. "Gordon, you haven't changed much, have you?"

Gordon winked at her. "Nope. And I don't inten..."

"GORDON COOPER TRACY!!!"

They all looked up, startled at Scott's bellow. "That's my cue! Later Mom!" Gordon scrambled to his feet, and bolted out the door.

A heartbeat later, Scott burst into the room, his face beet red in anger. "Where is he?" he growled. Without waiting for either of them to reply, he spun and around ran out the door in pursuit of his brother.

Dianne and Jeff stared at each other for a few moments in stunned silence. "Why do you think our eldest son just ran through here wearing nothing but a towel?"

Jeff took her hand and kissed it. "I have no idea, but if I had to guess, I'd say things are getting back to normal."

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