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"I'll take a ham on rye," Kevin said, tapping his foot impatiently. He was supposed to meet a new client here at the Southside Eatery. He checked his watch. 10:15. Okay, he had 15 minutes before Susan Collins was supposed to show.

He glanced around, taking in all the sights and sounds of the huge place. Suddenly, a shiny gold watch caught his eye. It looked awfully familar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Sir, your sandwich is done," said the young boy behind the counter, handing him the ham on rye. Kevin paid him and walked off to a table in the corner. He kept his eye on the gold watch, which was lying on the floor. He slowly picked it up. The initals read "HDD".

"HDD... That's funny," Kevin thought, turning it over. The watch face made his heart skip a beat. It was the watch.

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"Shoot, I dropped my watch somewhere," Howie said. His son, Kip took a bite of his sandwich.

"Dad, please... It's just a stupid watch. We'll buy you another one," the 13 year old said. He pushed his glasses up on his nose. "We don't have time to go back."

"We have to go back... This watch is 20 something years old. Look, here's some money... Go look around Dillards and I'll run back and get it, okay?"

"20 dollars isn't going to buy anything at Dillards."

"Well then, window shop. I'll be right back," Howie said, pushing his son towards the store. He ran as fast as he could in dress shoes back to the eatery. He barely noticed the tall blonde man who was also running to get somewhere.

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Nick's eye focused on the blonde woman in front of him. He had to catch her so they could make up. He didn't mean to snap at Victoria eariler at breakfast. He was just tired.

"Vicki! VICKI!" he called, running into a short tan man. "Excuse me." Nick ran off to catch Vicki. He finally caught up with her.

"Vicki, thank God. I didn't think I'd ever catch you!"

"I have nothing to say to you Nickolas Carter."

"C'mon, Vick, don't be like that. I seriously didn't mean anything by implying that you bleached your hair."

"That's not what I'm mad about Nick," she said.

"Well if that's not it, then what are you mad about?"

"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you." Nick was so flustered over Vicki, that he didn't even notice the oncoming taxi cab.

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(Editors Note: I know nothing about nursing and stuff like that... I simply made up some stuff that sounded like ER...)

"BP 160/90... Breathing labored... Victim unconscious," the paramedic said, wheeling the table into the emergency room.

Brian took one look at the victim and backed off.

"Oh my God... Oh my God..." he said, going pale. "It's... him."

"Him who?" said Nurse Brown, taking shears to his clothes.

"Him... I can't do this."

"Dr. Littrell, in the five years that I've known you, I have never known you to back away from a patient. He may die without your help. Now work!"

Brian took a deep breath and grabbed a needle.

"Let's get his ABGs!" he said, trying to get it. "Oh my God, forget blood gas... Get the crash cart."

"We're losing him, doctor," said Nurse Brown.

"NOW!" Brian yelled, starting up the machine. "One!"

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"One, two, three and four," AJ coached. "Good, good. Maria, get your foot back in sync... Yes, that's it."

The four girls looked exhausted as they practiced the steps to "Shootin' Star" one more time.

"AJ, give these girls a break... They're about to die," Amanda said, coming in with some lemonade.

"Thanks, Manda. I'm so sick of practicing this dumb routine!" Kelly said, taking a gulp of the cold lemonade.

"Hey, practice makes perfect. I remember when-"

"I know I know... When you were a Backstreet Boy and you practiced 5 hours a day."

"Honey, that was like another lifetime ago," Amanda said. "That was then and this is now. Let it go."

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