Watching their love story legacies

Oh brother of mine part 2

The screen read "Jericho, California."
Music was playing in the background as a young guy was driving down the highway, talking on his cell phone.
"Amy, I can't come over tonight. Because I've got work in the morning, that's why. ...Yeah, okay, I miss it and my dad's gonna have my ass."
Suddenly a high-pitched whine sound from nowhere.
The guy looked over and saw a woman in a white dress on the side of the road. She was moving as though dancing; she flickered, and for a moment she was gone.
"Hey, ah, Amy, let me call you back?" The guy tried several times to turn off the radio, which was flickering.
Nothing happened. He pulled up next to the lady, whose dress was torn in several places, and stopped, leaning across the shotgun seat.
"Car trouble or something?" He asked.
After a long pause, the woman spoke, "Take me home?"

"Just not gonna question her flickering in and out of existence? No, we just gonna ignore that?"
"Kevin, you should know that when a guy sees a pretty woman, it doesn't matter if she's a ghost, a demon, whatever. As long as she's not trying to kill him, they don't care."
"And how would you know, Dean?"Hope drawled out, throwing a side glance Dean's way.
"Umm, because I'm a guy?" A minute of silence passed. "I love you, Dean tried.
"I know."
Molly gasped from the other side of Jaxton . "Did you just
Han Solo her?"
Dean chortled. "I guess he did."
"I don't understand that reference."
Dean leaned against hope's. "I know, babe. I know."

The woman's voice is the same one from John's voicemail.
The guy opened the passenger door. "Sure, get in."
The woman, who was barefoot, climbed in and closed the door.

"So, where do you live?" The guy asked, trying to start up a conversation.
"At the end of Breckenridge Road," She told him.
He nodded. "You coming from a Halloween party or something?"
The lady's dress was very low-cut. The guy noticed, stared, and looked away, laughing nervously.
"You know, a girl like you really shouldn't be alone out here."

"Yeah, cause then she'd run into weirdos like you," mikayla mumbled under her breath.

She looked at him mournfully, seductively, and pulled her skirt up over her thigh. "I'm with you."
"Ahh yes, because that explains everything."
He looked away. The woman took his chin and turned his face towards her.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
He nodded, eyes stuck on her cleavage.
"Uh...huh."
"Real subtle there, buddy boy. You have a girlfriend."
"Will you come home with me?"
"Um. Hell yeah." He drove off.

They pulled up to an old abandoned house at the end of a road. The woman stared at it sadly.
"Yeah, this place doesn't really scream 'homely."
"Come on. You don't live here."
"I can never go home."
"What are you talking about? Nobody even lives here.
Where do you live?" He turned and noticed she was gone. He checked the back seat, also empty, and got out of the car, nervous.
"What the hell, man? Vanishing girl? Just get out of there,"
Aiden called out, ignoring the fact that it was his past and the people on screen couldn't hear him.
"That's good. Joke's over, okay? You want me to leave?"
Troy looked around: no signs of life except crickets. He walked toward the house. "Hello? Hello?"

There was a picture of the Lady and two kids inside the house and it was covered in dust.
Troy peered through the hole in the screen door. A bird flew at his face, scaring him into falling over. He yelled, leaped to his feet, and ran back to the car. He got in and drove off.

"There's no way that's the end of that."
Somewhere on Centennial Highway, Troy looked behind him. No one was there; then he checked in the rearview mirror. The woman was in the back seat. Troy yelled again and drove straight through a "Bridge Closed" sign, stopping about halfway across the bridge. He screamed, and blood spattered the windows.
"What did she even do to him?" Davina asked.
"I have no clue," Rebekah told her.