Dallas, Claire, David, Taylor, and Donald stood outside Dallas' house. David had his arms around Taylor the whole time.

"Don't worry, we're not gonna let it happen." Claire said, hugging her.

Donald had become depressed after hearing his sister had been killed. He looked to Dallas.

"Hey kid." he said. Dallas turned to him.

"Yeah?"

"I'm really grateful that you saved me...twice. But now my sister and wife are dead...there's nothing for me anymore." said Donald.

Dallas became confused. "What do you mean?"

"You say Death is after us right? Why not give it what it wants?" he said.

Taylor looked at him "Donald...I'm not gonna kill myself."

Donald shook his head and sighed. "Not you...me."

He began to walk away from the others but Claire stopped him.

"No, no, Don we can fight back!" Claire told him.

"What for? I lost the only two people I have...or had." he said.

Donald began to run, into the city. Dallas and Claire ran after him.

David started to go after them but Taylor caught him.

"David, don't go." she said.

David looked at her and then to his car.

"Get in."

Donald ran to the street and two cars nearly hit him. Dallas and Claire were close behind.

"Donald! We can beat this!" Dallas yelled. But he kept running.

"Don't try to stop me!" Donald ran into an apartment building and headed for the roof. Strangers watched as Dallas and Claire ran after him.

Minutes later, Donald reached the rooftop. He walked to the edge and stared at the ground, many feet below.

"Don! Don't!" yelled Dallas. Donald turned back at them they saw tears running down his face.

"Why not? I have nothing left! No job, my wife AND sister are dead!" he yelled.

"We can beat this! Don't give in to it!" yelled Claire.

Donald turned back around, just as Taylor and David arrived.

Dallas suddenly felt as if he were falling. He saw the number 180 zoom past him, and then the sidewalk. He then awoke. He looked around and he was still on the roof-top.

Taylor noticed Donald and ran to him, he jumped but Taylor caught him by the collar. They both began to fall off the building. David yelled for Taylor and he ran to the edge.

"Taylor!" yelled Dallas. Claire cried and David fell to his knees, he saw Don and Taylor laying in the streets, dead.

Dallas realized that Donald wasn't meant to die with Taylor.

"Guys...I think we beat death." he said.

David turned to him, confused. "What?"

"It wasn't Donald who was supposed to die with Taylor. It was you David." he explained.

"He died out of place" said Claire, understanding.

David stood up. "So because of them, we live?" he asked.

Dallas nodded. David hugged him and the Claire. The 3 celebrated their victory. They walked away, to get off the rooftop. But they didn't know that it still wasn't over...