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I looked around at the beach surrounding Cora, Danny, Connie, and me. We had gone and gotten a pizza from Hungry Howie's to bring down here. We did this often when one of us was upset. We'd always sit against the fence along the back of the beach, eat pizza, and talk about our problems.

Overall, going out with the band had definitely made me feel a lot better for the day. I had an uneasy feeling in my belly that told me that that wasn't going to last forever. By the time I was alone again, I was sure that I was going to be upset all over again.

Connie opened the pizza box and we all reached forward to take a piece.

We all enjoyed a bite. Then, Cora took a sip of her drink and looked over at me. "So, how did it happen?" she asked.

"How did what happen?" I asked, but the uneasy lurch that went through my stomach made sure I knew that I was lying. I knew exactly what she was talking about.

"How did John go home?" Danny asked for Cora.

"And do you know exactly how he got here in the first place?" added Connie.

I shrugged. "It's hard to explain," I responded. "After practice the other week, I went home and when I laid down I turned on this documentary," I told them. "It was called like...The Days of Our Lives or something like that? Anyways, it was talking about John and I remember—you know—smiling at him and thinking about him. But then it talked about his death and I got sad so I fell asleep." They all three nodded.

"Well, that night, I had this dream. John and I were sitting in this field together, and we were—well—I assumed we were together.

"It wasn't a particularly long dream, and he told me he had about the same one too. That's about all I remember. Next thing I knew, I woke up and he was in my bed." I took another bite of my pizza. Just talking about John's as making my heart hurt. The look in my friends eyes told me that they could tell too.

"Girl, you gotta talk about it sometime," said Connie. "Otherwise, it's just gonna keep bubbling up inside."

I nodded, my negative emotions suddenly flowing over me again. "I know, I'm sorry. It's silly. I can't believe I'm this upset over it." I laughed lightheartedly. They all three looked at me sympathetically and gave me a moment to start thinking straight again.

"What about when he left?"

"Well, that documentary disappeared, so we checked every night. Last night, however, it had come back. He found out that he was in Led Zeppelin and he was so mad at me because I kept it from him. He yelled at me and told me to put it on, so I did.

"I just sat there while he listened to this movie talk about his entire life in perfect detail. Then, it started talking about his death again, and—." I paused. Maybe I should stop there. "I can only imagine how it must have made him feel."

Connie cocked an eyebrow. "That's all?"

"Well, I had a dream about him again. It was mostly the same...except he left at the end of it, and when I woke up, he was gone."

"Did he—?" Corona began to ask something, but she hesitated and it made me nervous. "Did he stay mad at you when he left?" she asked carefully.

"Uh—." I paused. "No," I replied.

"What did he say about his death?" asked Danny.

I swallowed. "He didn't say anything."

Connie gasped. "Was he crying?" she asked. "Did you comfort him?"