He took the long way back, needing time to think. When he finally got to the Bushwell, he took the elevator up to Spencer's apartment. He walked slowly down the hallway to the last apartment on the left. He turned the knob. Spencer was not there. He shut the door and locked it behind him, going to sit on the couch. He put his head in his hands, but didn't cry. He didn't have any tears left in him. But he heard crying.

"Spencer?" he cried out thinking it was him. But instead, a curly blonde headed figure slowly treaded down the stairs wearing blue ducky pajamas. She was rubbing her red-rimmed eyes with her fist, trying to erase all traces of tears. She had her bangs pulled back with a barrette showing an awful lump on her forehead.

"Sam?" Freddie could hardly believe his eyes. She died. He told himself. This is not her ghost. You are hallucinating.

"Freddie!" Sam ran the rest of the way down the stairs and jumped on him. She curled her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck. Freddie kissed her lips. She felt solid. She wasn't a ghost… it was like she was a human.

"Melanie? This isn't a prank is it?" Freddie doubted as he pulled his lips away from hers.

"No it's me. Sam. I promise. Oh Freddie! I've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you too. Life has been nothing but a hell-hole since you left." Freddie said pulling her closer hoping it wasn't a dream. Sam started to cry again.

"Baby what's wrong?" he said, trying to wipe away her tears, but they kept coming.

"Where did I go?" She asked the question like a small child "Why are you the only one who can see me?" Freddie looked into her big blue eyes looking for a way to tell her.

"Sam… Carly shot you… and… you...you died"

"What?" Sam's face crumpled in sadness. "But then why can you see me?" she demanded. Freddie didn't have an answer. He didn't know.

"Because I never got over you" He said finally. "Nobody else had a relationship with you like I did… although it wasn't the best friendship, we had something special."

"But… I don't want to be dead" she said

"Me either. There was so much I wanted with you"

"Me too…"

They stood in the living room, crying and hugging until Spencer came home.

"Freddie why are you hugging yourself?" Spencer wondered.

"You… you can't see her?" Freddie asked him

"See who?" you and I are the only ones in this room" he looked at Freddie crazily. Freddie looked at Sam who put her finger on her lips, motioning silence.

"Nothing… I must be imagining things" he said.

"Okayy" Spencer said weirdly. He went up the half-steps and turned into his bedroom.

"See what I mean?" Sam pointed out "No one can see me!"

"Shhh not here" Freddie whispered. He grabbed her arm and led her to the back door, leading to the fire escape. He sat down and she sat next to him.

"Freddie… I think I know why I'm here" Sam said fearfully.

"Why?" Freddie said anxiously.

"It's not a good reason. It's horrible" Sam bit her lip

"Well what is it?"

"I know what you've been thinking. You want to join me. I'm here to help you…"

"What?" you want me to die?" Freddie stared at her.

"No! Believe me I don't!" she exclaimed. "It's my mission. I'm an angel now. God sent me on a mission to help you. He said it's your time to come home." She cried.

"I don't want to die… not yet anyway."

"You'll love it there. Nobody's sad, and true love lives on forever. We can be together… but if you don't come, I'll never see you ever again. Even after you die. We'll be separated by a white picket fence. That's how it works" Sam said in a melancholy way. Freddie took a deep breath and calmed himself down.

"Okay. I'll come. But how?" Sam smiled a sad smile.

"You can commit suicide, or God can bring you home" She cringed when she said it.

"What's the least painful for everyone else?"

"I'll call God" she winked. And with that she disappeared and he was left alone.