Breanna and Nick arrived at Brian's house and were surprised to see everyone already home. They walked into the living room to find everyone and then some sitting around talking. Brian was the first to notice Breanna and Nick. "Hey. How are you feeling?" He asked, walking towards Breanna. "I'm fine. The doctor says I have the flu and I'm probably stressed out too, but they're doing some blood work anyway." She explained to Brian while the rest of the room listened. "I'm going to go change and then I have to leave." She said to everyone in the room. "Why? Where you going?" Kevin asked. "Mitchell found out about what happened so he's flying down." She explained, trying to make the light of the situation. Howie grimaced at the thought of Mitchell as did most of the room. "Just to make this clear to all of you, Mitchell and I are *only* friends. He's helped me deal with everything that's been going on in my life. He's kept be sane, but the whole fuckin' world thinks we're dating. I'm not dating him. I'm not dating anyone. I'm not ready to date anyone." She stated in a loud voice. Before anyone could reply she had already gone up to her room to change. Once she came back downstairs, Breanna was wearing a pair of Levi's and a tight v-neck shirt. Natasha approached her smiling. "Don't worry about what the world thinks. Do whatever makes you happy." She smiled, giving Breanna a hug. "Thanks, Nat. I'll call you from the hotel. Brian! I'll be home in two days. Later everyone." Breanna shouted as she walked out of the house towards her car.

The two days that Mitchell was in town came and went. Breanna and Mitchell made sure that the press saw them together to kill any rumors before they started. Breanna discussed to Mitchell that she wanted their 'relationship' to be known to the public as just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. She couldn't handle hurting Howie the way she was but she wasn't ready start anything with him. Her head was telling her one thing, her heart was telling her something all together different. After Breanna dropped Mitchell off at the airport she headed back towards Brian's house. When she entered the door Brian was quick to tell her to call the doctor back for the results of her blood work. She dialed the doctors number that Brian had scribbled onto a notepad when she heard the front door slam. She leaned back away from the phone to see who had slammed the door. "He was late for the studio." Izabel informed Breanna. Breanna was about to say something to Izabel but the doctor had answered the phone. "Dr. Mercer? This is Breanna Wintersonova. You had my blood test results?" She tried to remind the doctor. "I could tell you over the phone or I could tell you in person. But, yes, you do have the flu." Breanna sighed with relief. The doctor went on to explain to her some other information. Half an hour later Breanna hung up the phone and walked slowly up to her room. "What'd he say? You were on a long time." Izabel asked from the bottom of the staircase. "I have the flu. My occupation is killing my immune system. He just wanted to lecture me about taking care of myself." She explained before heading back up to her room. "I'm gonna take a nap!" She shouted.

Once Breanna was up in her room she called her brother. Izabel walked past Breanna's room quietly as to not disturb Breanna but heard her inside talking. It was obvious that she was crying but Izabel didn't want to intrude. She simply ignored what was bothering Breanna, figuring that if she wanted to talk about it, she would. Two hours later Breanna emerged from her room with two of her suitcases, her duffel bag and laptop case. "Where are you going?" Izabel asked in astonishment. "To visit my brother until the US tour starts. That gives me 3 weeks I guess since we pushed the tour back a little." Breanna explained. "Here, give me one of those suitcases and your duffel bag." Izabel stated. After Breanna had loaded up her car she ran back into the house to give Thomas a kiss goodbye. "Bree, Thomas and I will take you to the airport so you don't have to leave your car there." Izabel offered.

Once Breanna was in the plane, she felt a little bit better. She turned on her laptop to check her email and giggled when she saw the "Hourly News" on AOL. The entertainment section stated Shy Rose and Mitchell Clark as 'no longer dating, but still friends'. "Good PR firm!" Breanna thought to herself. She made a mental note to call later and thank him. Another task crossed off her "fix life" list. She settled into her seat, relaxing. She thought about her life and everything else. She had sold over 10 million albums in the US alone. Her bank account stated 26 million dollars and counting. She didn't need any more money nor did she need any more fame. Her US-Canadian tour was scheduled to start in three weeks and last two months. She had convinced the record company that a South American and Asian tour weren't needed because of low album sales in those continents. She calculated everything in her head and decided that the timing couldn't have been better. As soon as the touring and promotion were done, she was planning to call it quits. She still wanted to release songs here and there with Nick but she wanted to release them on an indie label. She didn't want to have the same strings tied to her upcoming projects. Breanna knew that she wasn't cut out for touring life, or fame in general. After much mental deliberation Breanna finally fell asleep thinking about her one true love and what they had created.

Breanna awoke to a jolt. The plane had touched down at LAX and was taxiing in. She stood up and stretched all the muscles in her back. "God, this feels so good!" She stated to herself. Breanna tied her hair into a knot and grabbed her Nike hat, placing it over her hair. She put her sunglasses on and walked off the plane. Alexei was waiting for Breanna silently. Once she saw him she burst into tears. Seeing him made everything a reality. Things weren't alright. Nothing would be the same. Her life was spinning around her and love was barely within her grasps. She ran into his protective arms and cried while he rocked her back and forth, smiling to himself. He was always there to make things better, always there to comfort her. He was the one person she always trusted. "C'mon. Let's take you home." He urged.

Once Breanna walked into Alexei's house she smiled to herself. She was no longer surrounded by things that reminded her of Howie or her career, except for the few gold records on his wall that she had given him. She noticed a framed photo of Alexei with a pretty brunette. "So, who's the flavor of the month?" She asked. "Amana. And, she's not the flavor of the month. I'm actually serious about her. Unlike all the others..." Alexei trailed off as he watched Breanna walk around the house. "Hey, go take a nap. You need your rest. God knows you're never gonna get anymore soon." He teased. Breanna frowned but sluggishly walked towards the guest room. "I didn't mean to make you upset, Bree." Alexei stated. "You didn't. Don't worry about me." She smiled back at her brother. The one man she totally loved unconditionally, no strings attached.

When Breanna awoke from her nap she felt re-energized. Ideas came flooding to her like a broken dam. She walked quickly down stairs to find her brother going over the Wall Street Journal. "Wow, you look different!" He commented. "I feel different. I still feel like throwing up, but I feel better." She smiled to her brother. "Tell me, Bree. What does that smile mean?" He asked, folding the paper in half and tossing it onto the floor next to his recliner. "I want to move back here. I mean back to Santa Monica. I want to give up my career, use the money I've made and start a record label. I want to produce local artists and buy a house and start my life over again where I belong." She blurted out, smiling in the process. "Then do it. You really don't have anything holding you back." He explained. "But remember Bree, it's not just your life your messing with." He stated, as he walked out of the room leaving Breanna alone to think about her actions.