A/N: This fic starts right after the ending of Season Four Episode 8, Life's Too Short

Kris remembered almost all the way up to the moment it happened.

She remembered getting out her old overnight bag, the same one she'd had since Camp Lagrange, and making sure that she packed her riding boots, her wallet, and her toothbrush.

She remembered Jean hugging her goodbye and telling her to take care of herself.

She remembered looking back at her beloved Raintree one last time and feeling a little sad.

She remembered seeing the silver porshe come up the road.

She remembered Junior's lips on hers and the excitement of running away with him to forever.

And the last thing that she remembered was the sound of his car radio playing as they sped along down the highway.

You think I'm pretty
Without any makeup on
You think I'm funny
When I tell the punchline wrong
I know you get me
So I let my walls come down
Down…

She remembered smiling to herself, as she glanced at her young husband in the driver's seat, thinking that it might be the perfect song for them. He was her valentine. Her love. Her teenage dream.

Little had she realized that sooner or later, you always have to wake up.