"Howie," said Calysta, nervously, "what just happened?"
"I'm not sure, but I think I liked it," Howie admitted, shyly.
"Me too, but what happens now? Are we a couple or what?"
"Well, only if you want to be," said Howie.
"I do," said Calysta, pulling him in for another kiss. A few moments after they pulled apart, "Do you think we should look for Serafina's file now?"
"Probably." They began to search through the next drawer. In a couple of minutes, they had found her file.
"Let's see, soul mate, soul mate . . ." Calysta trailed off. "Here it is. But it's blank."
"That's odd. You'd think there would be something there," said Howie.
"Wait a minute, something's being written there." A spidery hand wrote a name down in the space for Serafina's soul mate.
"Well, well, well, who'd a thought?" Howie said, slightly shocked, but smiling.
"That's just weird beyond belief. Well, I think it's safe to say that she's been found."
"Cal, do you want to look at your mother's file. Find out what happened?" asked Howie. She hesitated for a moment, then shrugged slowly.
"Why not?" said Calysta. She walked over to another drawer and began to look through the files. "Here it is." She pulled out the file. "It says she was married to David Enland for three years, and they had Josh. But then she divorced him. She had me, then got back together with Dave a few months later. That's odd. She never mentioned it."
"It's says here that Peter left town right before you were born."
"That little-"
"Cal, it's in the past, let it go," said Howie. Taking a deep breath, she stood up straight and squared her shoulders.
"You're right. Thank you, again, Howie. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been here. I probably would have been off the wall."
"It's the least anyone would have done. Do you think we should try and find the others?"
"I guess, since we know that Sera's okay. Do you think they'll be at the SMA?" asked Howie.
"We might as well start there." The two of them walked out of the Hall of Records, hand-in-hand.
"Of course I'm angry about the rubber duckie you stole. That was my favorite toy! You stole and hid it from me. I never got it back," said Kevin.
"Oh please, a rubber duckie? I can't believe you still obsess over that."
"You still obsess over that book you never got back," retorted Kevin.
"I loved that book. And it's more mature than some rubber duckie," said Brian.
"More mature? It was Spot Goes to the Circus. How is that mature?"
"It's more mature than a rubber duckie," replied Brian.
"You know, I never liked you," said Kevin. "And thanks to your family, always having reunions, I got stuck with you all the time."
"So? You enjoyed it. It gave you someone to pick on. I couldn't go through one single reunion without getting punched, smacked, pummeled, bruised, buried, tackled, flushed, pulled or tied up by you. You just couldn't leave me alone."
"Of course I couldn't leave you alone. You were always making fun of me. I had to get back at you some way," explained Kevin. "Besides, if your family didn't have all those parties, you wouldn't get hurt."
"Why are you trying to put all the blame on my family?" asked Brian. "Your family had just as many parties as mine."
"But my families parties were better. There were more people, and you didn't get beat up as much. You should be thankful that my family had parties."
"Thankful? Those parties sucked."
"Sucked, huh? Like your mother?"
"Why you little-" yelled Brian, pouncing on Kevin.