Paul

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I could hear them. I knew I was hurt badly. I knew Pix was now involved. I didn't like this at all. I was putting the cake in the place Schneider told me to. Then these two guys come out of nowhere after I set the cake down. They snuck up behind me and I got into a fight with them. I fought them and I got stabbed.

Now I remember and they were speaking Russian but they were Czechs. I understood what they were saying. I know time has passed a lot of it.

I woke up to find I was alone. Except a doctor. "This isn't possible."

"What?"

"Your friends just said goodbye and went home."

"Great."

"I made a mistake you are well enough to leave."

"What are you going to tell them?"

"I sent the wrong person. The funeral is in a week and also I did the same with the other guy."

"Great."

I got up and walked over to where Pix was and sat down. "Pix, you didn't fail I am still here. But, everyone thinks we are dead."

I put my hand on his I know he did the same for me. I fell asleep. I wondered how we were going to fix this.

I felt movement. I jumped to find Pix looking at me. I went and got the doctor. He was released and couldn't talk. We went on a plane to make it to our own funerals.

We made it just in time. We stood in the back and heard what everyone had to say about us. It was sad. It was said to hear my band mates play Ohne Dich by Rammstein and it was sad to hear Pix's band mates play Ohne Dich by Eisbrecher.

I wondered how we were going to fix this. Me and Pix walked up to the coffins. I touched the one I was supposed to be in. I cried. We did not look like Pix and Paul. I was debating if I should tell them we are alive or not. When I felt someone touch my back.

"I am going to miss him."

It was Schneider. I nodded and walked away and so did Pix. I had Pix follow me.

I got a house and had Pix follow me. I felt bad. He looked really depressed.

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