I'm an amateur detective, not a psychic. Maybe if I were--or maybe if I'd known what to ask Madame Sophie back when I appeared on Answers with Angels, I would've had an idea of what was in store for me in the new year. That I'd make a guest appearance in a police line-up, courtesy of Sheriff Lamb, for example, or that I'd be a prime suspect in an international kidnapping. Then again, maybe it's better that I didn't know. Things might have turned out differently not necessarily better, but different.

Meg's death left Duncan in a multi-dimensional gloom. It was, after all, a tough year for him. His sister was murdered by his best friend's father, he was a chief suspect, his parents left town in shame, and now his ex-girlfriend has died, leaving behind a newborn daughter who--it seemed--was destined to grow up under quasi martial-religious law with Mr. and Mrs. Manning and their weird little closet of horrors. Which is where I got involved. Not that anyone knew that, of course. No one except Duncan.

When we figured out what we had to do, Duncan and I staged a very public break up at school--a 'fake up'--and Duncan disappeared. And so did his daughter. Lamb suspected my involvement, dragging me down to the sheriff's office to be part of a line-up of suspects. Apparently Celeste Kane's jewelry had been stolen and pawned. I admitted to Dad that yeah, I had pawned jewelry for Duncan but I didn't ask whose it was and it was part of a plan to help Duncan get custody of the baby legally. The kidnapping, I told him, was not part of the plan. He's convinced. Lamb isn't.

Lamb set out to find Duncan and the baby, and I did what I could to keep him chasing his tail. In the meantime, Celeste Kane was also on the hunt for her son--and she hired Vinnie Van Lowe to help her. Unfortunately for Lamb, his opportunity to show off his I'm A Detective, Too! button was foiled by the appearance of two FBI agents, who got involved since the suspicion was that Duncan had fled the state. Oh, yeah, and apparently they get pretty interested when the son of a billionaire--and a former murder suspect--disappears with a newborn.

It wasn't long before they discovered where the money from the pawned jewelry had gone--to the $80,000 cash purchase of a yacht. A yacht that was found floating and empty (except for some dirty diapers and empty cans of Spaghetti-O's), sans Duncan and the baby. The FBI thought they'd tracked him down in Big Bear when they intercepted a phone call from me, begging Duncan to surrender, but it turned out to be a mislead. Duncan was with me, in the apartment next door, where I'd been helping him and Baby Lilly hide out from Lamb, the FBI, and Dad. Duncan and I said our good-byes, and I tried to explain what I'd done to Dad. Can you say emotional roller coaster?

Sheriff Lamb followed a lead to Mexico and without realizing it, delivered a fugitive in the trunk of his patrol car. Duncan made it across the border, and met up with Astrid and Vinnie Van Lowe, who'd delivered Baby Lilly to him. At home, I tried to believe what I'd told dad--that Duncan disappearing was for the best, that, like the fortune cookie said, true love stories don't really have endings at all.