Halloween was odd this year. October 31st, 1991. We all decided that we should go visit the grave. We all miss her; we all think that it was one of us that died. Everybody wished it was them who died, just so they wouldn't have to put up with the pain of sending the member of our group that we all loved in some way shape or form. Do you know what it's like to lose a friend? Nobody here did. Not until Angel left us. It wasn't because we were shocked, so much, but it was because we didn't want to let go of her.

There was a chill in the air, which is normal for late October. Nothing was very safe, or extremely calm, anymore. We thought that we should all live while we can, and that Angel was a very good example that anyone of us could die at any time, or that any of us could stop breathing, in our partner's arms. There wasn't very much give back, because all we wanted to give her, we gave during her funeral. We still don't have much money.

There was never a time or place that didn't remind one of us of her, anymore. Is ten months too little to know somebody? Or is it a perfect amount of time to know one person? None of us really ever knew that she is still here. There some kind of spirit that was watching over us, because we were always reminded of her. We always thought we'd seen her. We didn't know if we had, or if she was just there. We don't even know if she was ready to go. We knew that she would be dying, but isn't it a coincidence that she died so close to her favourite holiday.

They all say that Halloween is the time of year, when the gap between earth and the after-life was the closest. There was some kind of force, here. I swear I touched it, only two minutes ago. I saw the grave. It didn't have her name that we all knew. A couple of people, a group of around five or so, decided to come over to the grave. They all laid down flowers. They were trying to figure out which one of them was the unlucky one to mourn Angel the most, Tom that would be. There wasn't a time, or place, where Tom didn't have a frown, even though he had a great mask. He pretended.

One of the people was holding a photo, and they went over to Tom. They spoke, but I didn't catch any of the words. There wasn't a particular feeling to the place. It was silent. All silence. It was just what we thought was polite. After a while, one by one, we all sat beside the grave and told him what had happened in the past year. Me, I'd been filming, and trying to get enough money for a feature film. I was rather unsuccessful. Roger, he'd been writing songs… again, but this time, he didn't take one year to write one song. Maureen and Joanne, they were still in love with each other just as much as when they met. Benny, well, he was living with us again. Mimi, rehab, and then started dating Roger. Tom had been mourning for a year now.

We all decided that it was time to leave. We had said out goodbyes, and left what we thought were the family to mourn. I wanted to stay, but we had to go elsewhere for now. Goodbye love.