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Michael announced one final tour. It would be composed of all of his old hits -- ones that his fans wanted to hear. He wanted it to be great since he was going to focus on family after it was over. He decided to call it This Is It.
As for Myra, she was busy shooting the fourth season of Supernatural in Canada. They brought in a new character played by actor Misha Collins named Castiel.
Misha ended up getting tied into the pranks that happened on set. He lost track of how many pies had hit him in the face, or water squirted on him.
Myra had also been the victim of the pranks. Just last week Jared and Jensen teamed up to put fish in her car. She got back at them by hiding their car keys in places they couldn't find them at.
She talked on the phone to Michael until late at night. She wishes the kids goodnight from over the phone even though she planned to go down to America a few days before his tour began.
When they agreed on a hiatus for the show in the middle of season four, Myra took the chance. She gathered her stuff and headed straight for the airport. She boarded the flight to Los Angeles where she would see her family again.
She slept the entire flight. She arrived off the plane, grabbing her luggage. Nobody knew that she had left Canada other than the cast so nobody was there to follow her.
She got in the back of the taxi, telling the driver to go where Michael told her he was staying. He no longer lived at Neverland since it didn't feel like an actual home, and he was right. The police had searched through all of their private thing until they were no longer private.
She was getting close to where he was staying when her phone rang. She fished it from her pocket and answered it.
"Hello?" She asked.
"Hello, is this the wife of Michael Jackson?" Someone asked over the phone.
"It is. Why, what's wrong?" She questioned, getting worried.
"Your husband suffered from cardiac arrest. He is currently at the UCLA Medical Center," he informed her.
"I'll be there as quick as I can," she answered quickly before hanging up.
"You need to go somewhere else?" The taxi driver asked.
"UCLA Medical Center, and please just step on it. My husband's there," she begged and he did what he was told.
He drove faster than what Myra was pretty sure the speed limit. She arrived to find a huge crowd outside the hospital which she had to shoulder through to get inside.
She hurried up the elevator the floor she was told he was on. The door opened with a small chime. At the hallway, his mother had already arrived with the kids with a doctor standing in front of them.
"Mommy!" Paris exclaimed running from her grandmother's side to wrap her arms around her mother's waist.
"Is he okay?" She asked.
"Mrs. Jackson, I'm sorry to say this but your husband passed away," he informed her.
It took her a second for it to fully register in her mind. Then, all at once it hit her like a truck. He was gone, and he wasn't coming back.
"Oh," she spoke softly, her voice cracking on that one simple word.
Myra ran to the bathroom. She didn't want her kids to see her cry. After all, she was supposed to be a strong figure for them, and now she was the only parent they had.
Myra had never cried as much as she had until that moment. Even at her father's death she didn't shed as much tears as she had. She never got to even see him, hear his voice, hug him, kiss him, anything.
"Mommy?" A little voice asked as they knocked on the door.
Paris opened the door. Tears streaked her cheeks as fresh ones followed. Paris didn't say anything as she sat beside her mother.
"It's okay," Paris encouraged as she wiped the tears from her mother's eyes.
She held Paris close to her. Paris kept her mother in a hug, hoping to make her feel better. Though, she didn't know if that would ever happen.
