A/N: Man, you kids sure did like that last chapter. Kept you in suspense didn't I? Who is that mysterious black suited man? The world may never know...unless they read this chapter, MUWHAHAHAHAH!

...Ok, no more weird for Megan. Megan needs to stop being weird, she's starting to scare her trusty readers :D

Oh and don't worry, I will continue this story in the manner of the series/book because I'm re-watching the series as we speak, and I'm re-reading the book for the ninety billionth time.


I approached the colonel with caution, and surprise. What did I do? Am I in trouble? Colonel Sink and the Black suited man walked inside first, as I trailed behind. I stayed a good 25 feet away from them.

When we were in the hallway, I could hear the hustling and bustling of the HQ, but when we stepped into the actual room, everything went deadly silent. All eyes were on the two men and me. It was scary. I looked around at all the sullen faces, making eye contact with most of them. They all gave me sympathetic looks, and that confused me.

But my eyes landed on two people, who I knew fairly well. Dick and Lewis were standing over a map of some sorts, but they were watching me. Both had sad faces. I let the colonel and the other man trail on ahead of me, while I stopped to talk to the two.

"What's going on?" I asked. Dick continued to give me a sympathetic look.

"You don't have brothers, do you Megan?" Nix asked sadly. I was about to answer, but the colonel interrupted me.

"Ms. Stein." The colonel called firmly, but gently. I gave one last look at the two men before me, and slowly headed into Sink's office.

"Please, have a seat," Sink offered, pushing a chair up towards his desk, "Let me take your jacket." He helped me take off my jacket, and he gently placed it over the back of my chair.

"Is there something you want to see me about, Sir?" I asked calmly, bur really, on the inside I was scared of what was to come of this conversation.

"Yes, Ms. Stein, this here is Major Lenny Hombs. He's here to tell you something." The old colonel introduced, he motioned over towards the black suited man.

"Hello, Megan, how are you?" Major Hombs asked casually. Now, I know that's not why he's here, for a casual conversation.

"Um...fine I guess." I replied.

"Well, that's nice," Hombs smiled weakly, "This never gets easier." He commented sadly.

"What does?" I asked

"Ms. Stein, your brother is dead." Hombs blurted out, as if he couldn't get them out fast enough. The words cut in deep.

"What?" I started to cry; I thought they were talking about my little brother. But I forgot that I'm in a different girl's body. But still nonetheless, I sobbed lightly at first.

"Megan, you're brother died in the jungles of Buna Village. I want you to know, he died defending his country, and he died defending his comrades bravely. I know," Hombs sighed, "I was there with him. He saved my life, your brother. He protected me, when a grenade landed in our bunker. Sadly, the blast killed him instantly." He remarked sadly. Still, I was crying, not realizing that the man I was crying for, I had never even met.

"Here, I found this letter in his jacket. He was going to send it out the day before he died, but he never got a chance. " I took the letter, my hands shaking, "He was a damn fine solider, damn fine one."

I continued to snivel quietly. Colonel Sink continued to try to say something to me, but he kept on hesitating. Finally, he got it out.

"Ms. Stein, there is another ordeal we must talk about. But, with the newfound circumstances, I think we should discuss it at a later time." Sink said gently. I stood up immediately.

"That's fine, could you excuse me please?" I said quickly, in-between sobs. I quickly walked out the door, leaving my jacket behind. I walked into the large head quarters room, with gloomy faces all on me. I began to cry harder, looking down at my feet. I began to walk at a faster pace, until I came up to Dick and Lewis again.

I stopped in front of them, and stared. They continued to give me the same sad faces as before. I gave them one last look, before I started to bawl harder. Then I ran out of there. And scampered back to the hospital. I crashed through the doors and fell on to my bed. I shoved my face into my pillow and cried.

I guess my loud crashing alarmed the girls, because Doreen came running into the room, immediately after I had.

"Megan? What the hell-" Doreen started, but she saw me on my bed and ran to me, "Oh my god, Megan, what's wrong!" She asked worriedly

"My brother.." I sniveled; I shoved my face back into my pillow.

"What, what about your brother?"

"He's...He's dead!" I bawled. Doreen grabbed me and held me in a hug.

"Oh god, Megan, I'm so sorry." Doreen cooed. I continued to cry into her shoulder, as she continued to be a genuine friend.


Several hours later, the other girls had come back and they all had heard the stories, one way or another from a different source. But they were all crowding around me, and I hate crying in front of people, so it was starting to tick me off.

"Girls...could I just be left alone for a while?" I asked weakly. They couldn't hear me, since they were all discussing my mental well being right in front of me, and how unstable I'll be for the next few weeks. I hate when people talk about you right in front of you, as if you weren't in the room.

So I decided to leave. I walked out of the hospital to the extremely harsh England December. I wasn't wearing my jacket since I left that and my clothes back in Sink's office. But I didn't care, I felt numb anyways.

I walked randomly down the road, not really caring where I was going. I'm guessing I walked about a block, or so it felt like. But I can't be too judgmental, since I feel pretty weak too. I stopped in front of a building with a wooden porch added on to it. It had a roof over it, with floodlights. I sat on the cold wood, and watched the snow fall harder.

I have no idea why I am crying so hard. I never even met this guy who died, I mistakened him for my real brother and I'm still crying about that. Or maybe Megan Stein is somehow reacting through me, like a sort of out of body experience or something. Or maybe it's just those pesky teenage hormones again.

Suddenly, a wool jacket was draped around my shoulders. I looked up slowly, and found the culprit.

"You looked cold." Dick said sincerely, he had a heavy wool jacket on too. He took a seat right next to me.

"I'm fine." I stated weakly. I looked out on the horizon, at the continuous falling snow.

"You left these behind too" He placed my brown wrapped clothes in my lap. I looked down at the stack, then up at Dick. His eyes were warm and kind. I looked back down at the stack.

"Thanks." I muttered. Oh no, another wave is coming in. I looked back up at Dick, whose eyes were still gentle and inviting. I tried to look away, but the wave of tears was too fast for me. I bit my lip, trying my hardest to hold them back. But they were too powerful. "Oh Dick!" I cried hoarsely, throwing my arms around his neck and crying into his shoulder. Dick gently wrapped his arms around me.

"It's alright." he reassured. He continued to say that over and over. I'm presuming that he couldn't think of anything else to say besides that. But it didn't matter what he said, hell, he could've just stayed quiet and just held me. That would have been perfectly fine too. We sat there, holding each other for several moments.

"Dick, I'm so sorry." I commented finally. He gave me a perplexed look.

"What for?" He questioned.

"For being such a hassle." He looked at me, and then sighed.

"You were never a hassle, Megan."

"I'm just so scared, I have no idea what to do."

"I'm scared too, but sometimes you have to conquer those fears."

"I'm not much of the conquering type of person, Dick."

"I know, and I'm never usually this forward either."

"Why are you then?"

"Because...you intrigue me. Ever since I met you back in September, I've just had to get know you. You are the most confusing, yet comprehensible girl I've ever met. Plus, it does help the fact that you are very beautiful." I looked at him lovingly.

"You think I'm beautiful?" I smiled.

"No," I looked back down, looking sad, but I've seen every cheesy romance movie known to man, so I knew what was coming next, "I think you're gorgeous." I looked back up, and smiled wider. He smiled back down at me, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

Again, me being ADD, I started to sing softly. "I see skies of blue and clouds of white, the bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world." Suddenly, it stopped snowing.


After about an hour or so, Dick escorted me back to the hospital. I hugged him goodnight and walked inside. The girls immediately ran to me, and started yelling. I had nowhere to go, they had me cornered against the door. But they stopped abruptly when Dick stepped in, and asked for them to come outside and talk with him. I smiled at him, and chuckled lightly.

Since I was left alone in the room, I decided to read that letter from Megan's brother. I gently opened the flap of the envelope, and pulled out the letter. I continued to gently open the letter. It read:

Dearest Megan,

How are things with the other nurses? Have you heard from Mother or Diane recently? I received a letter from mother about a month ago, but that was the last I heard from them. I hope they are all right; there have been many stories of the Philippines being heavily bombed out. If so, then we both must pray to god double, just so they both make it home safely.

Megan, this village, is like hell. You can't walk anywhere without the Japanese sneaking out from behind a bush somewhere. Just yesterday, a Japanese solider jumped out from a bush on an unsuspecting officer. He decapitated him. It was awful Megan. Hopefully, you're still safe in England.

I don't know how much longer I am going to survive here. I don't even know if I'm going to make it home. And if I don't make it home, I want you to know something. You are the greatest sister a boy could ever wish for.

With Love,

Your Big Brother, Joe.

I folded the letter back and placed it back inside the envelope. I made it through that note with out crying a single tear. I was about to fold the flap back over, but I saw another folded piece of paper. I gently took it out too, seeing as it was worn out. And unfolded it carefully. I read the words that were scribbled on the front.

"Me, my Sis Diane and my little sis Megan"

I flipped over the piece of paper, to find that it was a photo. There were three people in the photo, a tall, stocky boy wearing an army uniform. A girl wearing a floral dress, with short dark hair and dark looking eyes. Then the third person was me...Well, Megan Stein, but yeah.

But the other girl, Diane...She looks so familiar. I swear I've seen this picture before, just no other people in it. But where did I see it? A museum?

I continued to study the photo, and noticed the edges of the creased folds. They were very worn out, and were hanging on for dear life. Suddenly, a memory jerked into my mind.

My fireplace. The mantle above my fireplace. There used to be a picture just like this up there. Actually, there still is this exact same picture up there...only missing the two other people. But who is it?

...Oh my god, it's my grandmother...


DUN DUN DUNN! WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN NEXT? Honestly, I don't know, but hey, guess what, you're in for a real freaking treat for the next couple of chapters :D. Bye kids!

Oh yeah, if you don't know what the song is that I used in this chappy, then you need to crawl out from under your rock and live man!

But anyways, the song used is "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong.