Tim POV: Today is the day! Faith is finally moving in with me! I went over to her place to help her move her stuff. When I got there she already had a bunch of boxes laying around the living room. Taking all of this stuff over to my house was definitely going to take a while. "Ok, where should I start?" I asked Faith. "Um, I'll start taking some of these boxes out, but there are a few above my closet that are kind of heavy." "I'm on it." I said. I walked to the bedroom and opened up her closet. There were 3 boxes stacked up on the top shelf. I reached up and picked one up, but I underestimated how heavy it was. The box ripped a little then it came tumbling down. Everything that was in it was now scattered on the bedroom floor. I bent down and started to pick everything up. That's when I noticed a couple of newspaper articles that were paperclipped together. I knew I shouldn't look through them, I'm sure they were something personal of Faiths, but something in my mind told me to take a quick peek at them. The clipping on top was of Faith's dead husbands obituary. The next one had a heading on it that read "Man killed in crash caused by drunk driver." It was a short article, no pictures. I flipped to the last clipping, it was a picture of the crash. The first thing I noticed was how bad the car Faith was in was damaged. Then I looked at the other car. Something about it looked familiar. It was a bright blue car, and I'm pretty sure it was an oldsmobile. I thought about it for a second, then it hit me. "Jack!" I said to myself. Oh my God, it can't be! I quickly flipped back to the article about the crash and read through it looking for the name of the drunk driver. And sure enough, it was my old friend Jack.
