JULIA: Where you should go if something ever happens to me.
DR. BROWN: Oh, not the comatose subject again.
JULIA: Everwood, Colorado.
DR. BROWN: Where?
[Julia scoots over and Dr. Brown puts his arm around her.]
JULIA: When I was a kid, I took this train trip with my parents across the country. There was a snowstorm in the mountains and we had to stop for a day in a town called Everwood. It was the most beautiful place I had ever seen, Andy. It was on this hill surrounded by the Rockies. And I remember thinking even then, this is what heaven must look like.
DR. BROWN: There's no chance that this place is also a major center for neurosurgery, is there?
JULIA: Sorry. That's the other part of the deal. No more working for the rich and famous, Doctor. You have small townsfolk who need medical miracles.
DR. BROWN: You'll have to start writing this stuff down.
JULIA: Don't have to. Just remember one thing. Everwood, Colorado. It's where I'll be.
DR. BROWN: It can't be in the Bahamas?
JULIA: Nope. It's Everwood or bust.
DR. BROWN: Then, that's where I'll be too.
[Cut to Delia and then we see what she sees. Dr. Brown's arm on the back of the couch like he has his arm around someone except Julia's not there now.]
[Dr. Brown snaps out of it and sees Delia standing there. He takes his arm off the back of the couch.]
DR. BROWN: Listen, uh, Delia. We should talk about this.
DELIA: That's OK, Dad. I know what's wrong with you.
DR. BROWN: You do?
DELIA: You have a distraught heart.
DR. BROWN: Yeah. Yeah I do. [a brief period of silence] Come here.
[Delia walks toward her father and he hugs her very tightly.]
DR. BROWN: I love you so much, kiddo.
DELIA: I love you too, Dad.
[They both hear the beginning of piano music. They go where it is being played.]
[Cut to a room. Ephram is there, playing the piano. Delia opens the door and is followed by Dr. Brown. They both go into the room.]
DR. BROWN: You're playing.
EPHRAM: I felt like it. That's all.
DELIA: I'm going to finish setting the table.
[Delia exits.]
[A long period of no talking ensues. The only sound is Ephram still playing the piano. Finally, Dr. Brown gets up the courage to talk.]
DR. BROWN: How was your day?
EPHRAM: It was OK. I found out I'm in love with in a girl who's in love with a guy that's in a coma. Other than that it was pretty standard.
[Another period of time goes by with no talking but with Ephram just playing piano.]
DR. BROWN: About the other day. I, uh, I said some things I didn't mean.
EPHRAM: We both did.
DR. BROWN: And that comment about my beard?
EPHRAM: Now, that I meant.
DR. BROWN: I'm not shaving it, you know.
EPHRAM: So don't. It's ugly but it's also kind of distinguished.
DR. BROWN: Distinguished? Why do you say that?
EPHRAM: I don't know. It just is.
DR. BROWN: You play so well. I've forgotten how good you are.
EPHRAM: Mom used to say I had your hands.
[We draw back and continue to hear Ephram playing the piano.]
NARRATOR: And there they sat. Father and son. Like they were sitting together for the first time. No, I wasn't there the day Dr. Brown's life changed forever. But I was around for many days thereafter. When he and his family would call Everwood, their home.
[Fade to black out.]
THE END