The rest of the summer had been hard for them. It was filled with confusion, joy, grief, and guilt. Guilt that they were alive and they did not know what happened to their three best friends.

Tony and Trey had new decisions to face when they got back. They had to live those days, those years all over again.

And were Massi and Sal changed? Had they continued with their evil ways or were they good now because revenge hadn't consumed them for five hundred years?

Though it broke Sarah's heart, she prayed that Trey had lived the life he never had. She would give anything to see him again. She loved him with everything in her even though they'd only known each other for a short period of time.

But it would be selfish of her to wish that he would become what he so much hated just so that she could be with him again. And she would never ask him to make that choice.

No, it was best that he lived his life in the fifteen hundreds, married to Isabella's mother and have many more children after her.

And it was best for her, and her new friends, her newly discovered father, and her sisters. Out of all the tragedy that they had been through that was the best thing that happened out of it all. And Emily now had her father back, and all three of them had their mother back, alive and well and filled with so much love for all of them, Sarah included. Even Emily's father was treating Sarah and Sam as if they were his own. She was feeling as if she had a real family again.

She was amazed that her mother and Dan let all the kids stay in Emily's grandmother's house. Well, her grandmother's as well. They thought that the kids deserved to be together and since they were in college that they were old enough to live on their own.

To Emily and Brian's shock, Jessica and Dan's home stood as it had before the fire that Tony had saved them from because in this new reality it had never happened. It was strange for those involved with the new reality knowing what had happened to accept that for others in the world nothing had happened. No one seemed to even know who Tony, Trey and Isabella even were. Except for those living at Witch Hill.

It was so hard trying to get Trey out of her mind. As she found she had time to kill before her next class, the first one with her father. She wandered around her new college campus. It still hadn't hit her that she was a college freshman. Nothing in her life had been normal for the past several months and starting college had been the least of her worries.

Sarah found herself in front of the music building. She stared at the doorway fighting the urge to go inside. Music reminded her too much of Trey and all the discussions they had about music. About the concert he had taken her to.

She blew out a breath. Sarah pushed her way through the front door of the music hall and made her way through the beautiful marble front lobby. Her sneakers squeaked on the white marble floor and echoed in the large empty room.

Sarah heard the faint sound of a piano playing and she followed it to a set of doors. She entered the large theatre. The theatre was dark except for a few lights that illuminated the stage where a guy sat with his back to her as he played the large grand piano. His fingers were quick, she noticed, as she made her way to the front of the theatre.

Taking a seat in the front few rows of red velvet she saw his back stiffen, though his fingers did not falter, as he played the beautiful music. It reminded her of Trey. There was something dark and ominous as well as light and hopeful as he played.

When he was done she tried to regain her breath as it had gone ragged with emotion. He sat at the piano silently, his back still to her.

"That was beautiful," she said since she knew that he knew she had been listening.

"I had it all planned. What I would say," he said, still not turning. "And now, I find, I don't know what to say."

Sarah frowned. "Sorry, I don't..." she started, knowing he was confusing her with someone else.

"Which one are you?" he asked, his back still to her.

"Which one?" she asked, standing up to approach the stage.

"Which witch?" he asked with a slight chuckle.

Sarah stiffened. "I don't know what you mean."

"How long have they been gone?"

"Who? And why won't you look at me?" she demanded as she hoisted herself onto the stage.

"All these years...of listening to the stories...wondering if they were true or if they were just rantings of crazy people...." he said, closing the top over the keys.

"What are you talking about?" she asked reaching him.

"Which one are you?" he asked still not turning, though she was by his side.

"My name is Sarah. If that's what you mean," she said annoyed that he still wouldn't look at her.

His hair was dark brown, nearly black, it was damp from a recent shower and she could tell he'd used product to tame his wavy curls on top of his head. The sides of his hair were cut short and she thought if he'd grow it out it would be just as curly. He had high cheek bones and it looked like a well cut jaw. As she neared, his eyes closed and she could not tell what color his eyes were under his dark thick lashes.

"Why won't you look at me?" she asked in nearly a whisper.

He took a deep breath, turned in his seat and opened his eyes. She was surprised to see dark blue eyes looking back at her and they stared at her in shock.

"Sarah," he whispered, outstretching a hand to touch her arm.

"What's with you? You look like you've seen a ghost."

He bent over and reached under the piano to grab a black backpack. He unzipped it and pulled out a large leather bound book. Flipping carefully through the pages he found what he was looking for. He turned the book to face her, "That's you, isn't it?" he demanded.

Sarah stared at the browned yellowed page. In faded black ink was a sketch of her face. Under the picture it was clearly written her name, Sarah. "Where'd you get that?" she demanded, backing away. "Who are you?!" she cried scared of the book. Was he one of Sal's followers? Was he there to kill her?

"My name's Trevor. Trevor Delavino," he said, closing the book. "Ring any bells?"

"No," she answered, looking behind her as she backed up so she wouldn't fall off the stage.

"I don't know why you're afraid of me, Sarah. I'm the one who should be running for the door," he said, approaching her.

"Afraid of me? Why would anyone be afraid of me?"

He smiled and in another situation she would have been floored by the charming smile, but right now she feared for her life.

"Tony Delavino?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Tony?" she asked.

"Ah, now we're getting somewhere. I forgot you were ...are... new to the group. You probably didn't even know his last name. Though you knew Trey's to be Demarco though he was really a Delavino," he explained, as she backed herself in another direction.

"How do you know Trey and Tony?" she demanded. "Where are they? What have you done to them?" she cried, tears slipping down her cheeks as she pounded her fists into his muscular chest.

"Ow! Geez! Lay off!" he yelled, grabbing her wrists. "I didn't do anything to anyone!" he yelled, holding onto her more tightly and pushed her against the wall to prevent her from trying to back away again.

"Then where are they?" she asked with a sniff.

He brushed her cheek with a hand after releasing her. "You really cared about him, didn't you?" he asked softly.

"Of course I care! Where is Trey?" she demanded.

He put both hands on her shoulders to steady her as he looked down at her. "I don't think we should talk about this here," he said gently and glanced at the door. "Classes will start soon and I have to..." He took a deep breath. "Go to Brian's."

She frowned at him. "You're in Brian's class? Brian Airheart?"

He nodded. "And so are you. We better go before we're late," he said, turning to cross the stage to retrieve the large book and his backpack.

"Not until you tell me where Trey and Tony are."

He slid the book into his backpack and zipped it. "They're dead," he said, looking her straight in the eye.

She woke to find herself lying in someone's lap. And though it was warm and comfortable and the hand stroking her head was so soothing, she knew that she had to wake up for some reason as someone kept urgently repeating her name.

"Oh, geez! Thank god! Don't ever faint on me again!" a voice said, above her head as she looked up to see dark blue eyes on a gorgeous Italian sculpted face looking down at her in concern. The color was different but the look behind them was familiar.

"Trey," she murmured.

"It's okay. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laid it out on you like that," he said, stroking her hair again.

"Trey," she repeated, closing her eyes as familiar hands ran their fingers gently through her hair.

"Trevor," the voice above her said. "Sarah, wake up. Don't pass out on me again," he said, and the concern in his not familiar voice had her opening her eyes again to look at him. He wasn't Trey. He was a stranger.

"Oh god! I'm sorry," she gasped, pulling herself to a sitting position.

"Are you okay? Should I call a nurse or something?" he asked, getting up to kneel beside her.

"No. No, I'm fine," she answered, running a hand through her hair. The memory of him doing the same had her blushing.

"Let me help you up," he said, and took her by the arm.