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My heart stops for a split moment. I stare at the empty bed and I realise it's all coming true. I can't even thinking clearly. The lazy black dog jumped for the coyotes bone. Kevin Rudd for Queen of England? This isn't right. I don't think he should of gone like this. I should of found Jamie first for him, just so he could of atleast said goodbye. He did help me, anyway.

"Haley?" I turn around to see Nathan in the doorway, looking mangled and half-asleep. "Who's room is this?"

I am going to hate this part. "It's Dans..." I say softly. He is speechless. He puts his hand on the doorframe to support him from falling and his face looks as though it is looking for the hidden camera's. I think about what he could be thinking. Dan Scott doesn't die.

"How do you know?" He asks with his voice slightly cracked.

I step closer to him. "I saw him before Lucas went into surgery. He seemed fine – like he was going to last."

He steps into the room and leans against the wall, letting himself sink to the floor. I follow suit and sit beside him. "Are you true?" I nod slightly and he closes his eyes and puts his head against the wall. Every son would miss his father. I'm betting Jamie is wanting Nathan more than ever right now. "Did he attack you?"

I nod again. "Yes."

He sits up straight and tenses up. "I'm not sad anymore."

"Nathan, it's okay. He apoligised."

"He shot you Haley!"

Gosh. "I know, and I'm okay with that. I'm not okay with the fact he hid away once he did so. I'm not okay with the fact he saved Jamie from Carrie and didn't tell us. And I'm also not okay with the fact he just died." I pull my legs up against my chest and keep myself from breaking.

"Yeah? Well I'm not okay with the fact he shot you!"

"I'm not okay with this conversation." I mutter softly looking away from him. I hear him sigh and lower his raised voice.

"I'm sorry." He says. "I can't loose you Haley, I can't loose Jamie either. And I can't loose Lucas either... You heard the doctor Hales. He could still fall into that three percent."

I turn my head to face him. "He isn't going to Nathan. Not with you and me, and Brooke and Peyton, Jake... Chris." He chuckles at the fact I mentioned Chris. "And Jamie. And we're going to find Jamie, too." A thought comes to mind. "What time is it?"

He kinks an eyebrow at me. "It's like, one in the morning. We've been here for a while now." Crap. I have five hours left. I need to ditch Nathan. "Why?"

I put my hand on my hip and feel Brooke's keys indent in my jeans. I stand up and straighten out my attire. "I think we should start looking for Jamie."

After three more hours of consessive wondering, we have gone no-where in our search for our son. I was hoping we would find him, so that way I wouldn't have to go in the morning. I have two hours left, two hours left which could be my life.

Nathan sighs and sits down a bench, rubbing his tired eyes. I sit down next to him and rub his back as he hunches over. "Maybe you should go home Nathan. Get some rest."

He shakes his head and sits up straight. "No it's okay. I'm okay."

Lies. C'mon Nathan – go to bed. "Nathan, go home, okay? I'll get Brooke and Peyton to help me. You have had a long day with Jamie and Lucas and Dan – go get rest."

"No, Haley I need to find him."

"Damnit sleep – now!"

Nathan stood up from the bench and straightened out his shirt nervously. "You'll call me?"

I stood up and hugged him, putting my head on his chest. "Of course." He kissses my hair and gets in the car, driving off.

Just then it hit me. That could be the last time I ever see him. I hope not.

Brooke and Peyton are searching everywhere. It's been one and a half hours and that means I only have half an hour left. What do I do? Do I get tell everyone? Tell the police? Maybe have a last meal – the last thing I remember eating was three grapes and a slice of cake. Mmm, chocolate.

Maybe cake will be a thing of the past. Maybe in heaven, they only served ice-cream? Really fatty ice-cream, and we wouldn't get fat. That would be cool, and I'd be a awesome angel and I'd watch over Jamie and Nathan. I'd make sure they wouldn't do the wrong things, like ordering pepperoni pizza from Joe's everynight. I would steal their pizza and eat it myself, because I'm an angel and I don't get fat. Or maybe a flap of my wings burns off thousands of calories.

Enough about my angel fantasies, now.

Where do I go? I'm on the rivercourt again. I've wound up here seven times tonight. It makes me feel safe and worry-free like the meadow. But the meadow is better, this is just a alternate place. I wish Keith would come soon and help me – I need all the help. Maybe he would tell me where Carrie was hiding? Or maybe he could do me the favor of stabbing her. With a fork.

Brooke, what would she do without me? Try and fail, I pressume. I've learned to love this girl so much with her company and her babbling and her dimples and her love for Lucas. No offense to Peyton or anything, but I want her to be with Lucas. My dying wish, kay? Brucas time.

Lucas. I hope he soon realises that Brooke was his comet. I don't care about Peyton's car – Brooke's burning hot. Like a comet. Good enough, right? Brooke's his comet, and he will wait for her his whole life. He better. Broody boy, get writing.

Should I write a letter? Maybe it would be best.

I have a better idea. I pull out my cellphone and text Nathan.

Nathan, I wnt u 2 no that im doin dis fo the best. I luv u, haley luvs u.

It would be much more meaningful without the chat-speak and the use of digits, but it will have to do. There's no other way this could work out. I nervously hit the send button and put my phone away.

I walk into the centre of the rivercourt and sit on the cold, hard concreate. I bring my knees up to my face and lean my chin on them.

Am I doing the right thing? I should be going in there confident, wanting Jamie back. But that's the thing – I'm not confident. I'm doubting myself, I'm doubting Haley. I wish she would come back for us. I know, I am Haley, right? But I need to remember. I need to remember right now.

I need to remember how to get the Clothes over Bros.

Shit, I wish to remember.

My heart is pounding against my chest as I check the time on my watch again. 6:17am. The sun's up! It took me forever to find Clothes over Bros, and it took me forever to remember the code for the secuirity system Brooke installed. 0708. How plain? How could I not remember that – she even told me after I got amnesia. Maybe I have short-term memory.

Maybe Carrie's just up and left? Maybe she just wanted to stall me from the search. Well Carrie, you won. If you have up and left, you've won!

"Sorry I'm late," I turn my heels to face Carrie, showing off her teeth in a twisted smile with a distraught Jamie attached to her hip. "Jamie wouldn't budge." I know notice Jamie's wrists are being held together with thick rope.

"Put him down Carrie!" I shout nervously as I watch him struggle for freedom.

"Oh you mean Jamie? I wouldn't hurt him Haley – you should know that. Just a few scratches along the road, right Jamie?" I look back at Jamie – now properly on the ground – as he has a small cut starting to form on his forehead. He runs over to me and I hug him tight, frantically using my hands to set his wrists free.

"Momma I'm scared." He says softly, tears starting to form in his eyes. "Where's Dad?"

I could feel Carrie's grin on me. "Where is Nathan anyway? We haven't made out – I mean talked in a while. I'm starting to think he is ignoring me." She pouts a little and I send Jamie to stand near the wall facing it. He does so without hesitating. "It's weird. He listens to somehow who doesn't even remember him."

I wince. "It's a mother's touch."

She shakes her head and smiles. "No. No I don't think so. I think it's the fact I told him I was going to kill you." She pulls out a nice, clean knife from the back of her jeans. I try to imagine a nice cut on her back that the knife left there. Take that, bitch. "Probably just wants you to love him just a little before Dan murders you."

"Dan's dead, Carrie. Get your facts straight."

"Why don't you get yours?" She starts to circle me with the weapon turning in her hand. The rising sun starts to glimmer off it. "Dan isn't dead Haley, infact he is doing will. You know, rotting in his beach house. I left him there. He can't walk you know? Not after he got run over by that awful, awful driver." She sends me another one of her evil smiles. "Atleast he did one thing right. He wiped your brain! If only he could finish you off." She lunges fast for me, but I duck out of the way and she nearly falls off the roof. She leans on the edge of the wall looking down at the limited amount of cars below.

I take my shot, and attack her while her back is turned. I suddenly regret it though when I find myself under her. She holds the knife to my throat as we both lean dangerously over the edge.

"You should of just let Jamie stay with me Haley! Then none of this would of happened!"

I shake my head. "No, no amount of amnesia would make me forget this."

She pouts. "I doubt that. How about we find out?" She holds the knife tighter to my throat.

My heart stops for a moment, but I take up the courage to say one last thing. "Jamie might not have me after this, but he sure as hell won't have you, either."

Using all the strength in my legs, I leap up send us both off the edge. The wind my hair, the clouds above me, Jamie's frantic yelling, Carrie's constant screaming. The phone vibrating against my back jeans pocket.

These are the last things I will always remember. And as the ground hits me hard, I realise I will remember this, too.

You know – the guilt of not saying goodbye.