This chapter is very short, but it has some answers you asked me in other chapters. Enjoy!

Toby's POV

Three weeks passed and I had hope. I hoped that it was all a nightmare and one day I would wake up and everything would be okay. I hoped that Spencer was alive and she would come back, a smile on her face and her beautiful brown eyes shining. But, as she used to say, hope breeds eternal misery. I never understood that phrase, but now I do. I was hoping for the impossible and it was destroying me inside. I barely ate, I didn't talk much and I didn't leave the loft. The girls came to visit me as well as Jason and Caleb. They understood what I was going through, mainly Emily, but they still had fight inside of them, while I had lost everything. I thought about killing myself so many times, I even tried once but Emily stopped me and they decided that I couldn't be all alone, so Jason came to live with me.

We hadn't heard from -A in this three weeks, since the day the girls were interrogated and scaped thanks to Veronica Hastings, but they were still investigating. They hadn't found anything new, but they were close. Surprisinly enough, Melissa Hastings was helping us too. She didn't get along with Spencer, for what I've seen and now it seemed like she wanted to do everything in her power so Spencer could rest in peace. She already knew about -A (I don't know how, she never told us) and she was helping everyone take -A down. Thanks to her, we were getting close to finding out who was red coat.

Spencer's parents were as devasted as I was,but they were strong and were searching for -A just as much as the girls. After it was absolutely comfirmed that Spencer was dead, they started thinking about her funeral, but never did one. They didn't hate me anymore and they also visited me.

Today I was sitting on the kitchen waiting for Jason to come back with our breakfast. The days were always the same, eat breakfast, stay home doing nothing, talking to visitors, having lunch, talking more, having dinner, taking a shower, going to bed, having nightmares, waking up and doing it all again. It was a boring cycle, it was the life I had now. I didn't want to do anything, my boss had given me a break, but I didn't even enjoy my job anymore. Without Spencer, the world was grey, there was no happiness for me or good things in life. Jason finally came in with two bagels and a coffee in hand.

"Hey, sorry for the wait. The brew is crowded today."

"It's okay, Jase." I grabbed the coffee and took a sip, it was just like Spencer's coffee. I drank it everyday, cause it remembered me of her. Jason sat on the chair across from me and ate his bagel in silence.

"I jusk spoke with Spencer's parents."

"What did they say?"

"They are making her funeral next week. They already invited almost the whole town." My heart sunk at his words. They were having her funeral. I couldn't go there, it would be like a comfirmation that she was really dead.

"I can't go."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to. And she may be alive."

"Toby, it has been three weeks. Three weeks and no sign of her. I hoped she was alive too, but we need to stop hoping. It is destroying you. You need to move on with your life."

"I can't, Jason. She is my life. You don't understand how much I love her."

"I understand you. Okay, let's make a deal: you go to her funeral, cause everyone is counting on you going and, after that, I let you do whatever you want." I thought about it. Maybe I should go. And I could do whatever I wanted, even finishing my miserable life.

"Okay, I'll go."

Spencer's POV

I opened my eyes to see I wasn't at home or at Toby's loft. I was in a white bed, with various machines around me. I tried to sit up, but my body screamed in protest. My lungs were burning and I suddenly couldn't breath. Where the hell I was? The last thing I remembered was being in my barn and... Oh, shit! There was a fire. But how did I get out of the fire? Someone saved me? I had to get back there and tell everyone I was okay. Toby probably thought that I had died on the fire.

With difficulty, I managed to get up and stand. My body still screamed in protest, I had to use the wall as support to stand up. After many failed tries, I managed to get to the door of the room and I was gonna open it when someone else did. I looked at the person with wide eyes and she smiled at me before carefully leading me to the bed. l sat down and she sat on a chair by my side. I was trying to figure out what she was doing here when she spoke.

So, what did you think? Were you surprised that Spencer was still alive? Who do you think saved her? Tell me.