Millionaire. Chuck couldn't believe it. All of his problems were behind him, or so he thought. He had Kelly and he was financially set for life; he couldn't wait to tell her about this. But for some reason he found himself at a Wal-Mart at the sporting goods section. This was hard. Did he really want to go there? Nothing could ever replace Wilson. Did he really need that reminder of his time on the island?
There they were in front of him: a row of Wilson volleyballs. Chuck laughed to himself as wondered which one called his name. That was more than just an expression, though no one would ever understand it. He smiled as he grabbed the one in the back, the one that might not get picked first but certainly was as good as the others. Finally, he could sleep well at nights again.
He got back to his place and he saw Kelly's car so he left Wilson II in the car. He didn't feel like explaining it to her, not yet. Chuck knew that she would understand so he would tell her when the time was right. He went inside where he saw that Kelly had been crying.
"What's wrong honey? Did I do something wrong?" Chuck asked, running over to her.
She held out papers. "No. It's not you. It's my ex. He's served me with divorce papers."
"Well that's not so bad. We can finally be together," he reassured her.
Kelly looked up at him. "You don't get it. He's asking for full custody of Katie."
Just then he knew all of the money in the world wouldn't solve this problem.