Three years had passed. The year was 1991. It turned out rehab was the best thing to happen to Elysa. She'd been clean for three years. She was now twenty. When she got clean she realized she had to stop hanging out with her circle of friends, which as much as it hurt her meant Corey to. They'd talk once in awhile and see each other occasionally but nothing like they did before. She'd heard he didn't do cocaine anymore and did strictly prescription pills now but it was just hearsay. She'd talked to Corey Feldman a few times over the years and by this time he was sober to. Elysa's life couldn't have been going any better. She was working steadily and she was even engaged to a movie producer ten years her senior. His name was Emmett Miller. They'd met after she got out of rehab and started dating shortly after. They'd been engaged for two years. They lived together in LA. Their wedding was in six months. Both Coreys were invited. Elysa had just got home from running errands.

"Honey, I'm home." She could smell food cooking.

"I'm making dinner." Emmett said from the kitchen. She went into the kitchen. "Hi." He was tall was short, light blonde hair and light green eyes. He was also very fit.

"Hi." They kissed. "I'm glad you're cooking I'm starving."

"Your dress maker called while you were out." "She said she tried to call the car phone but she couldn't get through."

"That thing sucks." "I don't even know why we have one."

"It's the in thing." He said jokingly.

"Did she say anything else?"

"She said that your final alterations have been made and you can go for your final fitting anytime."

"Yes." "I'm so excited." She said smiling.

"Me to."

The next day Elysa and Whitney were at the bridal store. Elysa was standing in front of a full-length mirror in her lace wedding gown.

"What do you think?" Elysa asked looking at Whitney.

"You look absolutely perfect." "Emmett's gonna love it."

"If you would've told me three years ago I'd be getting married in three years, I would've called you crazy."

"You're a completely different person from back then."

"I know."

"Now if you could just let go of the last thing holding you back."

"What are you talking about?"

"I know you love him."

"Who?"

"You know who Elysa." "You've got to let him go." "It's not fair to Emmett."

"I really don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, ok."

Two days later Elysa was cooking breakfast. The phone rang.

"Hello?" She said. "What?!" "Oh my god." "What hospital?"

Elysa was driving to the hospital. The only thing she knew was Corey had overdosed.

"What room is Corey Haim in?"

"406." The woman behind the desk said.

Elysa went to Corey's room. He smiled when he saw her.

"I knew you'd come. He said.

"What happened?"

"I overdid it with the pills." She hugged him and started to cry. "Aw, Leecie, please don't cry sweetie I'm ok."

"You're in the hospital Corey."

"I know but I'm ok."

"My heart dropped to my toes when I got that phone call." She said looking him.

"I'm sorry I scared you." He put his palm on her cheek and kissed her. She kissed him back but broke it after a couple seconds. She had a horrified look on her face.

"I've gotta go Corey."

"Don't go."

"I'm glad you're ok." She went to leave.

"Elysa." She left. "Shit."