Note: This is mostly based on the Movie, but there are some details from the book I used. A nice mesh lol

June 16th, 2000

Six years to the day. Six years to the date that Stu Redman's life had changed. He still thought about that night at Hap's station in Arnette. It made his nightmares worse remembering Campion. In some aspects things had changed for the better. He had to tell himself that.

Bolder had grown to eight thousand people, which Stu was the mayor of. He couldn't believe he was a Politician. They had been lucky enough to restart Bolder Community Hospital. A few new doctors and nurses were there. They lucked out when a cardiologist from Massachusetts came three years ago. There were also three police stations and fire stations. Stu was very proud of it. Schools were still tight though. There weren't enough qualified teachers. There were twelve teachers in two schools in Bolder. One teacher took care of two grades. They had one music teacher and one special needs teacher too. They needed more.

The flu was still around though. Five people died last year. Three of them were babies. With every joyous pregnancy, the threat of the flu came true. Stu and Fran had lost two children. Roselyn passed away in 1996, only three months old from the flu and so did their son in 1998 three hours after birth. They had previously thought children with two immune parents would produce an immune child. They were wrong.

All of them had nightmares still. They were natural nightmares though. No one put them in their heads. They continued to dream about the flu and their lost loved ones. Bolder was slowly turning back into a real city. It would still take many years to get everything running again if at all.

"East Texas!" Fran yelled from the garden behind their house. A small smile came across Stu's face. She was the only person who still called him that. He liked it. Stu got up from his desk and looked out the window.

"Yes, Frannie?" He looked at his beauty. She smiled up at him.

"There are two bags of mulch in the back of the truck. Could you please get them?" She asked.

"Of course." Stu gave her a wink and headed down the stairs. Fran spent hours in that garden. It had grown so much over the years. She had made sections for Roslyn and James's memorials. They were nice. Stu picked up one of the bags.

"Can I help, Daddy?" Abby stood next to the truck, "Mommy said to help."

"They're pretty heavy, Sweetheart." Stu smiled to Abby. God, she looked so much like Frannie, but so did the others. He wished Abby was his and not Jess'.

"I can pull it. Come on." Abby whined. Stu chuckled and put the bag on the ground.

"All right. Give it a try." He said. Abby took hold of the ends of the bag and began to pull it to the back. Stu laughed as he slung the bag over his shoulders. He followed Abagail to the garden.

"Oh thank you, Guys." Fran wiped her hands on her jeans. She quickly took the bag from Abby.

"I'm going to head on over to Tommy's. I'll be back later." He said. Fran nodded.

"Have fun." She smiled. Stu nodded as he headed down the driveway. Tommy didn't live that far away, only seven houses down. He could see Tom in the front yard. Stu waved. Tommy grinned brightly.

"Hi Stu!" He waved.

"Hi there, Tommy." Stu walked up the steps, "How are you?"

"Fine." Tom said stringing up some Christmas likes on the fence.

"That's great." Stu said, "And Lucy?"

"She's okay. Her belly is making her hurt." Tommy said.

"Only one month left." Stu grinned.

"Laws yes." Tom smiled; "We're naming it Nick after Nick."

"That's a fine name, Tommy." Stu said, "I'm going to go talk with Lucy." Tom nodded. Stu walked onto the porch. He knocked softly and walked in, "Lucy?"

"In the kitchen, Stu." She called out. Stu walked into the kitchen to see Lucy, heavily pregnant, standing on a chair getting dishes off of a shelf.

"Christ, woman." Stu grabbed Lucy and the plates. "Get down from there." He helped Lucy down. She chuckled.

"I'm fine." She said.

"You should have gotten Tom to do that." Stu said.

"I guess, but lunch needed to be made. Lawrence is demanding today." She chuckled glancing at her son.

"I am not." Lawrence said. He grinned jus like Larry.

"Yes, sir. GO help Daddy T." She said. Lawrence gave her a look, but left anyway.

"I came to talk to you about Joe." Stu said. Lucy's face fell.

"What has he done now? I swear that child is nothing but trouble lately." Lucy sighed.

"No. No. He hasn't done anything." Stu said.

"Thank God." Lucy said. "What about him then?"

"He'll be eighteen next month. It's about time he does useful with his life. I would like to have him work for me." Stu said. Lucy stared in disbelief.

"Why?" She asked. Stu chuckled.

"Because I think he would make a great intern." Stu said.

"Well, I would love him to do something, but you'll have to ask him." Lucy said rubbing her belly. Stu nodded.

"You are his mother figure. I thought I would ask you first." He said standing up. Lucy smiled softly.
"I appreciate it, Stu. Really I do." She said. Stu put his hands on her belly praying this baby would make it.

"Make Tommy help you next time." He said. Lucy nodded.

"I will." She said watching Stu exit the house. He sighed softly glancing at Lawrence and Tom playing in the front yard. He smiled.

Seeing that always warmed him. Stu headed back to his house. His mind wandered back to Lucy's stomach and the baby growing inside of it. it made him sick to think that the baby may catch the flu. Lucy and Tom wouldn't be able to handle another death. Tom cried himself into the hospital when James had died. Stu wandered in the back yard watching Abby and Fran playing on the swing set. Would he and Fran ever have a child together?