Angie Ramirez, special effects expert and computer wizard, heard the ominous sounds behind her back. She twisted around to see what was going on. Whatever it was, it sounded dangerous to her orderly closet. Chiops was up to something in there. The blonde gaped in silent surprise as she saw the dirty seat of her jeans. What? She was positive this pair was clean when she put them on this morning. So early this morning, when she'd bladed over to the studio to rework that sequence. Nothing she had done would have caused her to get dirty like that. It looked... it looked like she'd been sitting on the ground. Like... like in her dream!?! Angie blinked and wondered if she was finally losing her mind. Surely, it couldn't be!

This morning, Angie had dreamt vividly of the Australian Outback and a very young, heart broken Rollie Tyler, grieving over the recent death of his mother. Rollie was her best friend, boss and partner. She met him when she was eleven! Not when Rollie was a young child! It was absolutely impossible! It had just been a dream - a dream brought on by worry for Rollie and recent events. It couldn't have been real! And yet, here was evidence mutely proclaiming something had happened. How could it be?!? Remembering using her handkerchief to clean the child Rollie's dirty face, she reached cautiously into her pocket. IF it was still neatly folded, it would prove that it had all been a dream, nothing more. She'd gotten her jeans dirty... some other way. If it wasn't... She pulled out the crumpled white square, still slightly damp in the middle. No! Angie slumped into the nearby chair, dazed by the thoughts whirling in her head.

Some how... some way... Angela Ramirez had met Rollie Tyler when he'd been younger than she was when she met the older him... Angie shook her head, totally confused. The only one who could answer the questions swirling around inside her was Rollie. But how could she ask... this? Of him? Especially now of all times! Angie knew the recent events had brought back strong memories of his mother's death, she couldn't... wouldn't add to his pain. And yet, part of her was screaming to know the truth.

Later, she was never sure of how it happened, Angie found herself blading up to the old converted brewery just as the sun was setting. She had to know and the only one who could tell her she was crazy was Rollie. She had to be crazy! It was the only answer that was sane. Angie heard the soft, eerie sound of a didgeridoo leaking out of the loft. So totally out of place in the heart of New York City, so absolutely right for where she was now and for her thoughts.

Angie took a deep breath and hesitated. For one moment, she considered leaving and never mentioning the strange thoughts that circled in her mind. Rollie didn't need to know she was crazy. After all, sometimes he was crazy and it never hurt. Right? Her shoulders slumped and yet... yet she had to know! Angie took another deep breath and squared her shoulders. She opened the door to her second home and peered around, looking for the source of the music that perfectly echoed the feeling of her dream.

The music stopped and Rollie turned from where he lazed, barefoot on the couch to look at his partner and assistant curiously. "Forget something, Ange?"

"Uh no..." Angie wondered how she was going to ask Rollie what she had to ask Rollie what she had to know... She slammed the breaks on her scattering thoughts. It was a mistake to come back like this, she shouldn't have come.

"Is something wrong, sweetie?" Rollie asked gently, realizing just what Angie must have realized. But how? How could she have figured it out? Angie was the practical one, he was the one that was suppose to get the crazy ideas and notions.

"Rollie..." Angie took a deep breath and hesitated again. How could she ask?

"Angie, come here," Rollie patted the seat next to him. "Seat down. You want to ask me something?"

Hesitantly, Angie approached the man that was her family. How could she ask? She sat on the edge of the couch, poised as if to take flight.

"I remember," Rollie whispered softly as one large hand gently wrapped around her wrist. "I remember my friend, Angie, coming to me when I needed her the most... after mum died and I needed a friend, someone to tell me it was okay... Okay to cry and mourn."

Angie gasped and stared into Rollie's warm brown eyes, stunned. Her thoughts whirled like a frightened flock of birds, then stilled, reassured by the warmth, gratitude and love from deep within those eyes. "It was real?" she squeaked in a tiny voice.

"It was real enough for me, sweetie," Rollie assured her, "and I needed it so desperately then." He pulled her gently into a tight, warm hug and whispered in her ear. "Thank you! Oh thank you, my friend!"

Remembering how she had told the young boy that she was a friend, she smiled and whispered back. "You're welcome!" She pulled back and asked hesitantly. "Did I... did I really...?"

"Did you help me? Oh yes! Angie, sweetie, you have no idea how much you helped me that day!"

"Rollie," Angie stared down at her hands, puzzled. "If you remember meeting me... then why didn't you ever...?"

"But I didn't remember it," Rollie answered, "at least I didn't know it was you. Not until today when I saw that shirt." He beamed at her. "I love your new shirt by the way! It brings out the blue in your eyes."

'Why didn't you say something?"

"What? And have you think I'm even crazier that you already think I am! No thanks, Ange." Rollie laughed softly. "I wondered if you would remember and guess." He smiled and kissed her cheek. "Want to watch a movie? I'll make the popcorn." He looked at her anxiously, trying to lighten the mood, but also extend a wonderful day. "You can pick!" He generously offered. It would be nice if Angie stayed for a while tonight. "I'll drive you home later."

"Okay," Angie smiled, "but no complaints about my choice!"

"Whatever you want, sweetie." Rollie bounced up to microwave a big bowl of popcorn.

Angie wondered over to Rollie's video collection. Most of them were "guy" movies, but she knew he had others as well. She wanted to pick the perfect movie for tonight. It had been a special day and she wanted to end it on just the right note. A movie that both of them would enjoy watching. She considered the titles carefully and noticed "Sabrina", old and new versions. No, not one of  those movies and continued browsing. Angie Ramirez smiled secretly to herself as she remembered how she had (after finally accepting Rollie's presence) developed a huge crush on her dad's new "apprentice" and decided one day she would marry Rollie Tyler. Angie had never mentioned the decision to anyone and it had been buried underneath the natural events of growing up. Now the memory was as vivid and strong as the dream from this morning. Angie glanced over to where Rollie was popping the popcorn. They were together now and it was enough, Angie smiled dreamily to herself. More than enough for now.