"Zac Hanson?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah. Who's this?" came the suspiciously reply.

"Jamie, Zac." Jamie grinned into the phone.

"Jamie?" he said doubtfully. "That you?"

"Well, duh."

"Jamie! How are ya?" Zac laughed.

Jamie chuckled. "I'm good. You?"

"Oh, I'm good. Good."

She paused. "By the way, we're coming to the US. Can you put us up for a week or two?"

Zac grew quiet. "Um, sure. We can shove you in the drawers if we have to."

She laughed. "Fine. I've got someone coming with me."

"Who?"

"My niece."

"How old is she?"

"15."

He sighed. "15 year old's are dangerous."

"Hey. You were 15 once."

"But that was.." he paused, thinking. "23 years ago!"

"So?" she challenged. "Oh well. I'll be arriving in Tulsa on the 15th of next month, at 3:45."

"AM or PM?"

"PM, Zac."