AN: I can not believe how fast I'm writing this story by hand! I'm on Chapter 12 already by hand. . . .but a lot of chapters stand between Chapters 4 and 12, so. . . .yeah. I'll just shut up and post Chapter 4.

A corked bottle with a note inside it floated up next to Nellie from the sea and rested beside her on the sand.

"Classic," she muttered while picking up the bottle. To her surprise, the cork slid out of the bottle easily. She slid the note out and unrolled it in her hands. Sweeney peered over her shoulder so he could read the note too. "'Happiness is only a tear drop away'" Nellie read aloud. "What the bloody 'ell is that suppossed to mean?" she asked rhetorically, curiously, to no one. At that moment she felt a kick in her stomach. "What the hell?" she whispered.

"What is it?" Sweeney asked.

"Well," Nellie began, looking at him with a smile. "Very much like Virgin Mary, looks like we've got our baby," she answered, placing a hand on her already swollen stomach. Sweeney placed his hand over hers.

"A baby," he said happily. "Your baby. My baby. Our baby," Nellie felt the tears of happiness glitter in her eyes. She hugged Sweeney happily and he hugged back. She looked up at the sky and mouthed the words,

"Thank you." When she pulled her head away from Sweeney's her tears fell down her face. Sweeney caught them with his finger and brushed them away. "Thank you," Nellie said.

"For?" Sweeney asked.

"For killing me," Nellie answered. Sweeney opened his mouth to protest but Nellie put her finger up to his lips. "'Twas a good thing," she assured him. "Look how happy we are, now that we're dead. Fate has given us a chance Sweeney, one so tempting it can't be left ignored," This sounded strange, coming from Nellie. So out of character. But Sweeney did now dwell too much on it, she was right, after all.

"You're welcome?" Sweeney replied uncertainly. Nellie nuzzled her head onto Sweeney's shoulder. Sweeney wrapped his arms around her and they stayed like that, watching the waves of the sea. After a few minutes, Nellie moaned as if in pain.

"Pregnancy sure doesn't last long here," she said in a rushed breath.

"I guess not," Sweeney said. He lowered the heavily breathing Nellie gently to the ground so she lay on her back. She gripped his hand in a death grip as she tried to breathe at a steady pace, but not succeeding very well. "Breathe, darling. Breathe," Sweeney said caressing Nellie's face lovingly. Nellie wanted to snap 'I'm trying!' at him, but didn't have the energy to, so she didn't. Nor could she recall the last time he'd been this genuinely concerned about her, that helped her stay silent.

Sudden;y, it seemed, another note in a bottle showed up beside Sweeney. Though he was obviously in the middle of something important, he felt compelled to read the message in the bottle. With one hand he popped the cork, pulled out the note, and read it. It read, You are now given a choice, choose wisely and all happiness shall come. Choose poorly, hopefully you will never find out what horrors await for one who chooses poorly. You can choose to go back to the moment before Nellie died, to fix things before they happen or you can choose to stay here with Nellie now. Choose wisely, once again.

Sweeney looked back down at Nellie. In her eyes was a look of pain that reminded him of the look she got when he told her he didn't love her. In that moment he knew. He knew he must fo back and fix things. It was all his fault to start out with. He kissed Nellie before looking up at the sky an announcing his choice,

"I wish to go back and fix things. So all our heartbreak never happened. So I can cure Nellie's pain and prevent myself from causing myself pain." With a flash of bright, white light, he was back in his and Nellie's living room.

AN: Please tell me how you like it so far, this is a turn around point in the story!