Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Harper's Island, or anything you might recognise from the show. Neither do I own anything from Harper's Globe, or any other shows, or films, or songs, or products, I may make references to. I do however own Rebecca Jacobs and the idea of Death Jumping and all things related to Death Jumping.

Yay! 200,000 words! Whooo, cue *200,000 words dance*! Right, now back to the usual...

Hi, Thanks to Lance-Dusk, HonoraryDAMember, Madison xxx, cobra1319, becca85, Neon Jack, alternativecouture and January Raines for your lovely reviews. To Lance, I think I know what you meant by your review, hope you enjoy this chapter. To HonoraryDAMember, I'm really happy you loved it, I hope you enjoy this one too. As for a sequel well we will see. To Madison, here is the next chapter and we will see about the other stuff. To Cobra, thank you very much, I'm happy you liked it. As for sequels, as I have said we will have to wait and see. Now to answer your question. Rebecca has only aged in the dimension the case has set. She is really about 21, but when she starts the case we see she is eighteen. She can be any age she wants in any dimension, whatever gives her an advantage. This is her 39th case so she has been around a bit, so she is a well ranked Death Jumper. I hope that helps, I will explain after why this took such a while lol. To Becca, its good to have you back lol, I'm happy you would like a sequel. I have to say the song I used last chapter is one of my favs too. Now to your question, its quite difficult, I do love Sully, but I also like Shane, Jimmy, Trish, Cal and Chloe. I love them all really. I suppose my fav is Sully, but as for second it's a complete toss up lol. Hope you enjoy this chapter. To Neon Jack, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I have never read Love for Lydia, but I probably will some day. Enjoy! To Alternativecouture, I'm glad you like it, more Sully and Rebecca in this chap. Enjoy. To January Raines, it is always nice to get a new reviewer. I'm so happy you are enjoying it, it makes me more happy to know that you now see the show differently lol. Thanks again and enjoy this chapter!

Okay, so the reason this has taken me so long it first of all I had a geology report, I can tell you all isochron diagrams are not fun, then my friend decided to borrow Harper's Island off me, so I didn't have the material I needed. Along with that, I went home for the weekend. Got my HI DVDs back and then it was my 21st Birthday and party on the next weekend. So I finally have managed to write this. So I hope you will all forgive me. It is extra long and I really hope you enjoy it.

As for a sequel, it seems most of you are pro sequel. We shall have to see what occurs, there may or may not be a sequel. But, it's not ruled out is all I will say.

I do warn you about language and violence as always. So enjoy and read on. Only one more chapter to go, and don't forget to review!

Chapter thirty-four-One Too Many...

Wakefield moved Sully's body, kicking it into the undergrowth, just off the path. Yet Henry stopped him, and whispered something in his ear. Wakefield nodded, before dragging Sully back out again by a leg. Then after handing Henry the sawn-off, Wakefield left, plowing away through the shrubs, Sully's body lugged over his shoulder like some ragdoll. He was headed in the direction of the church, I assume, to go and hide himself in there. Obviously, he would hide Sully's body somewhere in there too. Henry hid Sully's empty shotgun, and then took his position in the middle of the path. He stood waiting for Jimmy and Abby to turn up, we both where listening for their footsteps.

Finally they appeared, Jimmy leading, with Abby close behind. The scene had started. Henry just stood there, still as anything.

"Henry?" said Jimmy, slowly, almost cautiously.

Henry seemed to pause for a moment before turning, swinging the gun round and pointing it at them. Abby and Jimmy both instinctively raised their hands.

"Whoa, whoa," she exclaimed, trying to calm the situation.

"Oh," said Henry, in relief, acting as if he'd expected someone else.

He took a breath, calming himself, not that he needed to.

"I just saw Wakefield," he explained, now. "He can't be far,"

"We just came from the boathouse," Abby stated. "Where's Sully and the others?"

"Haven't seen them," he replied, unknowingly setting up his downfall. "I've been looking for Trish. Have you seen her?"

"Henry…" Abby started.

Jimmy looked away and then back at Henry. His expression had changed, it was now full of sadness.

"Trish is dead," Abby said, slowly.

Henry sighed sadly, but it made me loath him more.

"Where?" he asked, a hint of anger present.

The scene had ended for a scene gap. Jimmy and Abby now lead Henry back the way they had come. I followed slowly, my senses alerted just in case something should go awry. As they came to the spot, the scene started up again.

"She was right here," Jimmy started, staring at the spot, before tuning to Abby who now stood to his right. "She was right here, right?"

Henry had moved passed the two and was glancing around, he turned to them.

"Maybe she's still alive, wounded," He said, I had just about had enough of his sick games. "We have to find her. Trish!"

"Henry. Henry we checked," Jimmy tried. "She was definitely gone,"

"Don't you tell me she's gone," Henry snapped, walking up to Jimmy and shoving him. "Don't you tell me she's gone, Jimmy,"

He was holding onto Jimmy's collar as he said this.

"Hey, Henry," said Abby, breaking the two guys apart. "It's true. You might not wanna hear it, but Jimmy's telling the truth,"

Henry may have sounded stressed and angry, but he was loving the fact it got him Abby's sympathy. I wanted to rip his head off, I was itching to kill him right there and then, but I would have to wait. It was not time yet. Henry glanced around and then made to set off again, but paused.

"We have to find her," he told them, before running off down the path.

"Henry!" Abby called, as she now followed him.

Jimmy followed last, yet I spotted the strange expression he wore on his face. The scene ended to show the viewers the fact that, back in the boathouse the Coast Guard was informing anyone of the imminent arrival of the rescue helicopter. Back with the others however, I was moving faster then Abby and Jimmy, and so was closer to Henry. There was mist in the trees and where I was, it was thick enough to dampen my clothes. I knew the scene had come back to us, as we reached the church. Henry came out of the misty trees first. He slowed his pace and now glanced behind him; to see how far behind the others were. I watched him with disdain, but I could bide my time. He continued, slower now, to the church. Abby and Jimmy now appeared out the trees, walking together. I watched from my spot, far enough to be hidden, but close enough for my sharp hearing to pick up the conversation.

"Doesn't it seem weird to you, Henry wasn't with Trish?" Jimmy asked, his expression still one of suspicion.

"You heard him," Abby said, no doubt in her voice. "He's been looking for her. They musta gotten separated,"

Jimmy looked at Abby, I had a feeling he thought, that she believed Henry could do no wrong. Yet, he also must have thought what he now expressed.

"I'd never leave you alone like that," he said, seriously.

Abby glanced at him in return, as another scene gap came. They both headed into the church after Henry. I was planning on waiting outside, not that I had much of a choice. Yet I knew what happened in there very well. I knew that the scene restarted, by the view point slowly moving down to show Trish's body lying on a table. Henry approached it slowly, staring at her. Abby and Jimmy approached slowly too, before standing a little way back and watching Henry. Then Abby came up to him.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, but as she had approached I knew someone else had begun to approach them all.

Jimmy only just heard them, but what made him swing round was the sound of the blade of the boarding knife. He only just managed to block the attack, shoving Wakefield to the side. Like that was going to stop Wakefield, who grabbed Jimmy and struggling to gain the upper-hand, propelled them both into the pews.

I heard the crash from my position outside, fear for my friends, rising in my gut. It didn't matter I knew what happened, just the thought of one of those bastards hurting my friends made my blood boil.

I knew Abby tried to get to Jimmy, but Henry stopped her out of fear of her getting hurt.

"No, no," ordered Henry, grabbing Abby's arm.

"Abby, get out of here," ordered Jimmy, I heard that too.

Wakefield was trying to overpower Jimmy, grabbing at him, pulling his t-shirt over his head. Anything, to get the advantage over the man, who was currently on top of him. Henry cocked his gun, as if he was going to shoot Wakefield, all part of an act he was still holding on to.

"Henry, wait," said Abby, a hint of fear in her voice.

Jimmy managed to kick Wakefield off him, and he made for a better position in the aisle. Yet Wakefield launched himself off one of the pews he'd climbed onto and landed in the aisle too. He grabbed the boarding knife, up off the floor. Armed once more, he resumed his attack on Jimmy. Jimmy now dodged the swipes, backing, and then crouching in the pews on the opposite side.

"Henry, now," called Abby, spotting a clear shot.

"I don't have a shot," replied Henry, stalling, lying through his teeth.

Wakefield swiped again, this time however the boarding knife got stuck in the wooden pew. Jimmy took his chance and shoved it up, unbalancing Wakefield. They were back to fighting again, but Wakefield easily overpowered Jimmy, who's strength was starting to ebb. He grabbed Jimmy, and physically threw him back into the aisle. Jimmy was now on the floor, seemingly winded, in the worst position he could be in. That's when they were all distracted, by the sound of the Coast Guard Helicopter flying overhead. I spotted it through the branches of the trees and froze, so they would not see me.

"Coast Guard, it has to be," said Abby, glancing up and then back at Jimmy.

"Abby, signal for help," said Jimmy, as he was crawling away from Wakefield. "Go,"

Wakefield grabbed him by his t-shirt, as Abby ran for, and out the door. Henry watched her go.

"Henry, she's getting away," snapped Wakefield.

Jimmy now stared at Wakefield, followed by Henry. Henry just stared back at Jimmy, no guilt present at all.

Abby came sprinting out the church. I watched, as she glanced up trying to see where the chopper was. She had the flare in her right hand, as she glanced about. In the end I think it was the sound she followed, as she raced back the way they had come. Yet I stayed put, Jimmy was still in the church and I wasn't about to leave him.

I knew Wakefield was dragging Jimmy back, but Jimmy had the other flare. It was on the ground in front of him as he was dragged back, and he reached for it and took his chance. Using the last of his strength he pulled the cap off, igniting it, and with a yell, rammed it into Wakefield's abdomen. He snarled in pain, and it gave Jimmy a chance to loosen Wakefield's grip on him. Yet Wakefield was stronger, and managed to deflect the flare into the curtains behind the screen, used to separate chancel from the nave. Jimmy managed to break free from Wakefield's grip, and he sprinted for the other door.

"Now finish it," snarled Wakefield, the flames burning behind him.

Henry raised the sawn-off and aimed it at Jimmy.

BOOM!

I heard it, above the noise of the helicopter, as I was so close. Fear caused my breathing to quicken, yet still I stayed put. I knew Abby was still looking for the chopper in the woods. I now saw Henry come sprinting out of the church, pausing for the merest of moments, before running in the direction Abby had gone. The scene now went to Abby again. Still I waited, and then I saw him. Wakefield, staggering slightly, headed out the church, which now had smoke coming from it. Yet, I knew the viewers never saw this. He paused, looking the way his son had gone, before heading off in a slightly different direction. He disappeared and only when I was quite positive he'd gone, did I move at all. I still watched the door, Jimmy had to come out before Wakefield died, otherwise the smoke wouldn't do him any good. I waited, getting tense, I had to see Wakefield die and at this rate I would miss it. Then finally, he was there, he staggered out the church, coughing badly. He didn't get far though, he made it to the grass where he collapsed to his knees. It was now I came to him.

"Jimmy, shit! Are you alright," I said, as I reached him and dropped down to his side.

"I'm fine, where's Abby," he rasped, taking gulps of fresh air.

"She went for help," I explained.

"Henry…Henry's the accomplice, he'll kill her," he rasped, trying to get back on his feet. "We have to help her,"

He got to his feet, yet, it was more or less only two seconds that he was actually on his feet, for the next, he'd hit the ground again.

"Jimmy!" I cried.

"Mmm," he murmured.

I could now see Henry's shot hadn't hit him, at least properly. A few bits of buckshot had, but otherwise he seemed fine.

"Jimmy, how come you didn't get shot?" I said, worrying about how much time I had.

I could hear Henry calling Abby. He must have found her about now.

"I think it glanced off me," he mumbled, while groaning. "But it must have caught me, cause the pain caused me to trip, and I think I hit my head,"

"So you knocked yourself out, and Henry thought he'd shot you," I said, understanding. "Look, I have to get those few little bits of shot out,"

"No, leave me, go help Abby,"

"Just let me do it," I said, knowing he was in no state to stop me.

I pulled up his shirt, there were five little holes around his left shoulder. I pulled out a first aid kit from my pocket, and took out the tweezers. Then quickly, I began to remove them.

The scene played, as I worked. I knew currently, Abby was starting to remember the flashback to the boat house. The part where, the radio guy had said he'd spoken to Sully and Henry.

Jimmy snarled as I removed the shot, but I moved quickly, I'd done this quite a few times before. I finally pulled out the last one.

"There, done," I said, relieved.

"Now, go help Abby," he said, forcing the words. "Save her, whatever you do don't let me down, don't let her die,"

"Ok, but I can't leave you here," I said, trying not to sound like I wanted to go.

"Just go!" he snapped, as his strength failed him and his eyes closed.

Back with the scene, Abby now remembered Henry had said he hadn't seen Sully, Henry's cover was blown.

I ran now, sprinting. I assumed Jimmy passed out, as Henry had to find him and tie him up. I just reached the spot in time, to see three figures stood. As I moved closer I heard the last bits of conversation.

"What's wrong?" said Abby, not knowing Wakefield was right behind her.

Henry held up his pocket knife.

"It's okay," he told her, like she would believe him. "It's over,"

"Over?" she whispered, I strained to hear.

Then he lunged, pushing her aside and instead stabbing Wakefield in the heart. The two men stared at each other.

"Not her," whispered Henry, Wakefield just stared.

Wakefield crumpled to his knees, Henry moved with him. Wakefield was gasping in pain. Henry withdrew the knife, and stood looking down at him. Wakefield was staring at Henry's knife, which now had his own blood dripping from it. Then he looked up at Henry and reached out with his right hand for him.

"Henry," he gasped.

Abby stood, looking between them, realizing something. I almost felt sorry for Wakefield then, but my hatred for what he had done was stronger. Henry just stared back, his face devoid of emotions.

"No, what…" mumbled Wakefield, or at least it sounded like that.

Wakefield was gasping, and I then spotted that Henry, had actually a sad look on his face. He looked almost sorry, that he'd had to kill his father.

Death was calling though, as Wakefield's mouth contracted in shock and pain. His left hand was putting pressure on his fatal wound. He slowly collapsed backwards, and darkness took him. John Wakefield, was dead.

Abby had watched the man, who'd killed her mother, die and now she looked at Henry, who was still looking at Wakefield's body. He then looked at Abby.

"Abby," he started, she had a strange look on her face.

"The way he looked at you," she said, realization spreading across her features.

"Abby," repeated Henry, worry in his voice.

"It's you," she said, realization turning to horror.

"He's dead. I finished it," explained Henry, as Abby backed away.

The sound of the helicopter could be heard.

"No, not you, Henry," she said, before turning and running, he gave chase. "Oh, God, it is-"

"No," he snarled, grabbing her by the back of the neck and throwing her to the ground.

She screamed, but grunted in pain, as her head hit the ground hard. The chopper past over head, but Abby passed out. The scene had ended for the time being, and there was a long time gap between it, and the next thing the viewers saw.

Anger flooded my senses, Henry must die for what he's done, I thought. I watched, as he tried to get Abby to come round. Calling her name, regretting the force he had used. He now kicked the flare away, and picked her up in his arms. He carried her back to the church, pausing when he reached it. I now saw the reason, Jimmy had managed to crawl a little further, before seemingly passing out at the edge of the trees. Henry stomped over, laying Abby on the grass, he kicked Jimmy over. He then bent down to see if he had a pulse, and upon finding one, he took his anger out on Jimmy, by kicking him again. He took out his knife, and was looking like he was going to kill him, when he paused. He put the knife away slowly, and I saw he had a smirk on his face. It made me shiver. He now had the problem that Jimmy might come round, before he got back, but then he spotted Patrick Lillis's cop car. He grinned again, and headed over to it. He opened the door, and searched around in the car. Finally, he came back with a pair of hand cuffs and the keys. He handcuffed Jimmy's hands behind his back, knowing full well that Jimmy was in no state to get far. Yet, he still punched him in the face for good measure. I hated him so, but now I needed to know where he took Abby, and eventually Jimmy, so I followed him. He set off carrying Abby once more, through the misty woods. I followed at a safe distance, still feeling uneasy, even though there was only one killer remaining. He walked for a good twenty-five minutes, before taking a right at a fork, which I knew the left trail lead to West Beach. Finally, I realised where it was he'd taken her. It was a house not far, from the one that the Mill's had lived in for a while, before moving to their other house. The Mill's original house, was in the flashback at the beginning of episode thirteen. I should have known; as Henry died on the same beach from the flashback. This house had recently had work on it. It was a summer home for some rich city couple, who liked to come for holidays, or rent it to folk. The locals, mainly Shane, had never much liked the couple. They were 'townie bastards' as Shane put it, because they thought they were better then the locals. I waited near by, so I spotted Henry go back out for Jimmy. I followed him again, when he brought him back, to the tool shed in which he imprisoned him. Jimmy was still out cold, so Henry had no trouble from him. I knew now, I had to wait, and I had found out the length of time I had to wait from the DVD extras. It was one of the featurettes, in which the actor who had played Jimmy, had jokingly complained his character had to be stuck for two days in a shed. I knew I could do nothing yet, so I followed Henry back as he began his tasks to make it look like they were all dead. I took my chance to sneak back to my house then, and turned on my defense camouflage. This meant when the FBI agents came scouring the island, they would look and see nothing here. No house, nothing.

As I sat in my kitchen, eating something for the first time in a few days, I felt a wave of tiredness wash over me. I hadn't slept in more then forty-eight hours, and it was taking it's toll. Once I had finished my sandwich and tea, I went upstairs, had a hot bath, and got into some clean, warm pajamas. I knew everything would kick off on Wednesday, so for now I was going to get some sleep.

When I woke, the clock on the bedside table read 11.03am. Welcome to Tuesday, I thought. I had gone to bed the earliest I ever had in my life, well 5.30pm was early for me. I now got up and showered, still not feeling clean. Once I was dressed and my hair dried, I headed downstairs for some brunch as it could be called now. It was while I was eating this, that I spotted the FBI agent stood at the top of my drive. He was a short guy, he had short brown hair and he stood there staring, his hands in his pockets. Eventually one of his colleagues called him away, and the two headed off up the hill in the direction of The Candlewick.

It had been unnerving how long he had stood there, looking. I was actually relieved he was gone. Taking a cup of tea, I now headed up to my spare room, where my computer was still set up for Skype calls. I pulled out my satellite phone and rang someone, I assumed would be up by now and willing to take my call.

"Hello,"

"Hey, Malcolm, turn on the video call," I said, cheerfully.

"Rebecca, wow, sure," he replied, as his grinning face came into view. "How are you? When are you coming back?"

"Fine and soon hopefully, now first of all I…" I started.

"Oh, yes of course," he interrupted, knowing what I was about to refer to. "Everyone got here fine, Sully, Trish, Danny, Cal and Chloe,"

"Maggie, Charlie, Nikki and Shane too?" I said, giving him a cheeky grin.

"Yes, them too, so something tells me that's not all you rang for," he said, raising an eye brow.

"Too true, can you get Ben to set up a Skype call and get everyone you can, without waking anyone, in the room for a chat?" I asked, smiling sweetly at him.

"Yeah, sure," he replied, his picture started to jump, as he went looking for Ben. "Your not gonna get to talk to anyone you sent after Charlie. They're all still asleep, as far as I know,"

"Well it's to be expected, you found Ben yet?" I said, sitting down on the spare bed.

"Yeah, just spotted him," said Malcolm, but his picture stopped moving suddenly. "Hey, are you ok, man? What you doing up?"

I heard a voice grumble in the background. Something along the lines of 'mind you own business', although it was phrased slightly differently.

"Hey, look, well if you go up to room 26, we're about to start a chat with Rebecca," explained Malcolm, carefully.

"Whatever, man," responded the person, who obviously got up, as their voice became clearer.

Mal moved further, and now he caught up with Ben.

"Ben, got Rebecca on the line," said Malcolm, the phone having become still again. "She says can we set up a call?"

"Yeah, sure," replied Ben, cheerfully.

"Okay, you got that, Rebecca?" asked Malcolm, holding the phone up, so I could see him better. "We'll see you in a few minutes,"

I nodded and clicked off. I now sat sipping my tea, and wondering who Malcolm had been surprised to see up. Yet even before the Skype ringing tone had started, I had worked out; from their response to Malcolm, the likely candidate. I answered the call, and as the webcam kicked in, I was greeted by Ben's handsome face.

"Hey there, you're, um, looking…" Ben started, but seemed unable to find the words.

"I know, lets not go there," I said, knowing my current state was not easy on the eye.

"So, um is it just you?" I said, unable to see anyone else currently.

"The others are just coming, and…" He said, but before he could finish, another voice interrupted.

"I'm here too you know!" snapped a familiar grumpy voice.

The camera swung round, as Ben repositioned it, to reveal a very tired looking and grumpy Shane. It had been obvious from the way he'd spoken to Malcolm, that it couldn't be anyone else.,

"Shane, you should be resting," I said, concern in my voice.

"And you should be here and not still on that rock with two bloody psychopaths!" he snarled, back.

"One now actually, and I don't care, now go back to bed!" I said, raising my voice.

"Make me!" he snapped, giving me a look.

I could see the others starting to come in.

"Really, Shane," I said, shaking my head

I now noticed, that Ben had left a wide gap between him and Shane.

"It's good to see you, Rebecca," said JD, with a smile as he came and sat down. "Can I tell them who the other murderer is?"

"Didn't Trish or Sully say something?" I asked, concern spreading across my features.

"My daughter was very subdued," said Mr Wellington, seriously.

"As was Sully," added Malcolm. "Neither of them would say much, and they're still pretty much out of it at the mo,"

"Well, I really shouldn't tell you, not if they were struggling with it…" I started, carefully.

"Just spit it out, tell us who the bugger was that played us!" snapped Shane, anger clearly present in his voice.

Everyone, even though they seemed slightly nervous of Shane, seemed to agree.

"Look, I would, but your not all there, and as I'm gonna Skype you later, when hopefully you'll all be awake, I'll most likely tell you then," I argued, angrily. "Now I came on here to talk to you in general. Not to get the third degree!"

I looked around at their faces, they were worried, I knew that, but they had no right to treat me like that.

"Now, will someone please take Shane back to bed," I said, determined that he should get more rest. "Before he falls asleep in that chair,"

"I'm fine," snapped Shane, glaring at anyone who made a move.

"Your attitude says otherwise," I remarked, giving him a look.

"I'll do it," said JD, with a smirk.

"Now, that's not even remotely sensible to suggest that, JD," I said, rolling my eyes.

It was then that Kelly spoke up.

"I'll do it then," she said, making her way confidently to Shane.

Shane gave me a look of 'you can't be serious', but I returned his look.

"As I said, I'll be Skyping later, Shane. You won't miss anything important," I said, calmly. "Please, just go and get some more sleep,"

He sighed and pushed Kelly away.

"I don't need to be escorted," he growled, at her.

She watched him leave the room, before turning to me again.

"Just go and make sure he goes to his room," I asked, her with a sigh.

She nodded and disappeared from view. We talked for a while, until Kelly came back and told us that Shane had done as he had been asked. She told me the reason she had taken a while, was she had waited to make sure he didn't come out again. We then spoke about how well the plan in Seattle had gone, and how impressed I was with everyone involved. They told me it was nothing, that they had enjoyed it a bit even. Yet Darryl and Tyra thought otherwise, for them it hadn't been that great. I apologised to them, yet I don't think they believed me, before I told them all to take it easy, and that we'd talk again around seven-ish.

I now went to watch the FBI agents doing their work. They of course, didn't know the island as well as I did, which is likely why they never found Henry, Abby and Jimmy. They checked the main areas, photographing the scenes and the bodies. They took evidence, made notes and checked out the remnants of the burnt out church. The fires now having died down, the building still smouldered in places. Yet it wouldn't matter how much evidence they took, because all of it, would be exchanged, altered and replaced by the Panel's crew, once the case was finished. They would make it so it seemed, an entirely different load of people died there, people who never existed. They would even change the memories of the agents who worked the case, yet how they did that, I wasn't sure.

I also went to check on the others. Abby, I knew, was still unconscious, but Jimmy now happened to have come round. Yet however much I wished to talk to him, when I got there, Henry was in the shed too. He was talking to Jimmy, while pacing, telling something that seemed to distress Jimmy a great deal. Even though he was gagged, I could see the pain in his eyes, and it was not physical pain, but emotional pain. If I could, I would have gone in there and then and dealt with Henry, but I couldn't. All I could do was watch Jimmy suffer, but I knew soon enough, I would get to make Henry pay.

I got back around quarter past six, made myself dinner and more tea and headed upstairs again. This time when I Skyped at seven, everyone was already in the room. As the picture loaded, I was greeted by faces, who hadn't been there earlier.

"Hey Guys, good to see you all awake," I said, grinning at them. "Although some of you don't look entirely with us,"

"Sorry," replied Sully, sleepily. "Still a bit groggy,"

"No worries, so how are we all?" I asked, scanning their faces.

Good, fine, could be better, came the replies back.

"So what's going on over there?" asked Andy, from further back in the room. "It's just there have been a few items on the news about it all,"

"Yeah, there saying that there has been only a few survivors," added Charlie.

"Yeah, they'll mean a few of the locals and Shea and Madison," I responded, carefully.

Trish looked up now; she had been sat at the back, her head resting on her father's chest. He had his arms around his daughter, she had seemed to have been dosing.

"Shea and Madison are okay?" she said, looking at me. "How did they get off?"

"I sent them off in a little boat," said Sully, turning to her. "I thought it was the right thing to do,"

"Thank you, Sully," said Trish, a small smile forming on her face.

"Yes, thank you, Mr Sullivan," said Thomas, a slight smile graced his lips.

"Right, on the subject of Shea and Madison. Tomorrow they will be in the Abraham Lincoln Building, otherwise known as the Seattle FBI headquarters," I started, seriously.

"We know what it is," said Ben, giving me a grin.

"Well they'll be in there till about ten am, so I need some of you to go meet them," I explained. "So probably all Wellingtons, that includes Richard. If anyone else wants to go, Danny or Sully etc., then sure, but try not to get seen,"

"What do you want us to do?" asked Richard, glancing at Thomas.

"Just bring them back to The Black Swan, they have rooms there too," I informed him.

"What about Robin?" asked a slightly pained voice.

"Brent? Are you okay?" I asked, concern returning to my voice.

"Yeah, still a bit sore though," he said, moving more into view.

"Didn't you get checked out by someone," I said, concern being replaced by slight annoyance. "Or did you ignore that instruction in your letter?"

"No, I did get checked out," replied Brent, his breathing was slightly uneven. "They sent me away with pain killers,"

"Well," I said, now turning to Cal. "Cal, can you do me a favour and also check him over?"

"Yes, sure," replied Cal, with a nod.

"Robin, is in Seattle at the moment, if someone other then Brent and Sparky would do me the favour of calling her," I said, again scanning the faces I could see. "Then it would be helpful,"

"I'll do it," said Richard, quietly.

"Thanks, Brent will give you the number," I said, nodding

"What do I tell her?" he asked.

"I don't know, make something up, but whatever it is, you have to get her to come to The Black Swan," I said, with a smile. "That okay? I'm sure you can think of something, Richard,"

A slight snore, interrupted the discussion then. I spotted the reason immediately.

"Danny?" I called, down the microphone. "Are you with us?"

"Hey, Danny," said Sully, jogging his friend. "Wake up, man,"

"Mmm, oh, sorry," Danny mumbled, sleepily.

"I'm tired too, I think a lot of us are, but we need to stay awake," said Sully, kindly.

A few people yawned, proving Sully right. I then spotted Shane, sitting with his arms crossed.

"So, Shane, feeling better after that nap?" I asked, slightly smugly.

"I'm fine, it didn't make much difference," he replied, a hint of defensiveness in his tone.

"If you say so," I replied, with a sigh.

"So, we gonna find out who the other bastard killer is?" he continued, never taking his eyes from mine.

I saw Sully cringe and look at his shoes and Trish glanced at Shane, before cuddling closer to her dad. JD sighed and glanced at my face on the screen.

"Look, I know I was gonna say it, but I think personally, it's better said to your faces. I have much to discuss and explain when I get back from Harpers," I said, holding Shane's gaze.

Nikki who had been sat rather quietly, like quite a few people in the room wearing a tired expression on her face, now chose to speak.

"When are others, Abby, Jimmy and Henry coming back?" she asked, quietly.

I saw Sully cringe more, at the mere mention of Henry's name.

"Tomorrow, it's on your time table sheets in your rooms. You can all go to greet them, but make sure you don't get seen," I explained, now, being careful how I worded it. "They may be taken for medical attention, so they may not come straight back to the hotel. They'll likely be met by some people, they'll tell you lot what's gonna happen,"

"Why won't you be there?" asked Beth, as she sat up in her chair.

"Yeah, I thought you said you'd be coming back too?" added Sully, he seemed to be struggling a bit, to stay awake.

"I'm not coming back with them, I can't," I replied, slowly. "I'll be coming back after them, there'll be no less then an hour between us,"

"Oh, good," said Chloe, now smiling. "Cause we all miss you, and have lots of questions. Plus you promised me I'd have that…um…item back,"

"You mean this?" I asked, holding up her diamond engagement ring.

"You gave her that? After all we went through to get it back," exclaimed Cal, waking up a little. "I thought you'd told me you put it somewhere safe,"

"Well, it is safe with Rebecca," argued Chloe, a hint of anger in her voice.

"Look, hey, that's the other thing I'll do when I get back. You're not the only people I have stuff to return to," I said, quickly before I caused a fight.

I knew emotions where higher, due to people still being tired.

"Look, you'll get your ring back, however I do it, trust me," I continued, calmly. "Now everyone's tired, and you all will be for a few days, maybe up to a week. Your bodies need time to sort themselves out, just try and get as much rest as you can,"

"Sorry," said Cal, more calmly. "I know, your right,"

"Oh and make sure you eat and drink. Now you should all go and get some dinner as it's gonna be served at half seven," I finished, waving my hands at them to go. "Then just take it easy, okay?"

I saw Sully give a look to Danny, who nodded.

"Yeah, come on guys," he said, while yawning. "Let's go get something to eat, we'll leave the chat on, in case anyone still needs to talk,"

Everyone, even those who didn't know about Sully and me, seemed to get Danny's hint and left a bit quicker.

"So, how are you then, love?" I asked, giving him a warm smile.

"Tired, really tired," he replied, with a sigh, then he smiled. "But, so glad to see you,"

"Did you not sleep in the boat on the way back?" I asked, curiously.

"Yeah, after you'd disappeared from view, I read that letter. Then I found I reread it several times," he started, to explain. "I didn't want to believe it, but I knew you wouldn't make up something like that. I then ate and drank some of the stuff in the boat, and lay there continuing to read it,"

He paused; as the door opened behind him.

"Sorry to disturb you, I was wondering if you wanted anything to eat Sully?" asked Danny, peering round the door.

"It's…" Sully started.

"Yes Danny, Sully will have something to eat. Could you be a darling, and go get him something?" I interrupted, before Sully could refuse food.

"Sure thing," replied Danny, grinning as he left the room.

"You need to eat, love, keep your strength up," I said, giving him a disapproving look.

"I'm not that hungry, but fine," he said, sighing and sinking further into the chair.

"So, as you were saying," I said, indicating him to continue.

"Right, so I was lying there and I must have fallen asleep shortly after, cause I don't remember anything until I heard voices calling my name," he continued, slowly. "I woke up to Malcolm, Danny, Booth, Cal and Chloe all peering down at me. They all seemed really concerned,"

"Probably, cause you occasionally are a heavy sleeper and its hard to wake you up, maybe they thought something was wrong," I suggested, calmly.

"I can tell you, it scared the life out of me to wake up to faces of people I thought were dead," he said, giving me a look. "Maybe some forewarning in that letter of yours, could have been useful!"

"Don't tell me you thought you were dead too, when you saw them?" I said, raising an eyebrow.

"It may have crossed my mind," he said, grinning slightly, before yawning.

There was a knock at the door, and Danny entered carrying a tray with food, a glass and a jug of water. He placed it down carefully.

"There we go," he said, the tiredness clearly present in his voice.

"Danny, can you do me one more favour?" I asked, sweetly, trying not to be patronizing.

"Go on," he said, with a smile.

"Can you stay and make sure he eats it?" I said, carefully, while watching Sully.

"Oh, come on, really?" said Sully, giving me his 'you can't be serious look'.

"Absolutely," said Danny, the grin on his face widening.

"Guys this ain't funny," moaned Sully.

"Your facial expression is," I said, giving him a wink. "It's only cause I'm concerned,"

"Yeah, she cares about you, dude," added Danny, giving Sully a look.

"Fine," he said, giving in.

We sat with him while he ate and drank his fill. He first picked at it, but in the end his hunger got the better of him and he just ate it normally. I was happy to see him eat, Danny too, seemed happy his friend had got his appetite back. We did have to slow him down a little, so he wouldn't make himself sick, but otherwise he was fine. Once he'd finished, Danny bid us goodnight and left the room.

"Feel better?" I asked, watching him lick his fingers.

"Mmm, feel sleepier," he said, his voice sounded funny.

"Have we regressed?" I asked, giving him a look.

"Funny, I'm just really tired and I really wish you were here," he said, slowly.

"Why?" I asked, curiously.

"Why? Because then I could cuddle up to your warm body and sleep," he replied, giving me a sleepy smile.

"Well, I'm on a bed aren't I?" I started, smiling back. "Well, I assume this computer is on a bed,"

"Yeah, so?" he said, not following.

"Well, move the computer slightly and use the bed, love," I said, stating what to me was the obvious.

"I can't sleep in here," he said, giving me a look.

"Sure you can, no one will mind," I said, coaxing him. "Come on, just try it,"

"Okay, fine," he said, too tired to argue.

He moved the computer to the left side of the bed, so it faced the right side. He then took off his shoes and more or less, collapsed onto the bed. He let out a sigh, and shifted slightly to get comfy.

"There we go, how's that?" I asked, now able to see his face, as he turned the computer more to him.

"Okay, so you were right," he said, he let his eyes close. "Now it feels like your lying next to me,"

"Really, well get some sleep, I'll see you tomorrow," I said, adoring how sweet he looked half asleep.

"Don't go," he murmured, forcing his eyes partly open. "At least stay until I fall asleep,"

"I suppose, you want me to stay signed in all night, and into tomorrow morning," I said, giving him a look he'd never see, as his eyes had slid shut again.

"Only if you want to, but it would be nice," he murmured, a slight smile on his lips.

"Fine then, but you better get some sleep," I said, sounding a bit like a school teacher.

"That's not going to be hard…" he mumbled, quietly, the smile fading from his face.

I watched him fall asleep, and once I was sure he was quite gone, I rang someone else to help me.

"Hey Booth," I said, quietly down the phone.

"Um, hi, why are you whispering," he said, he must have pressed the video button, as his face came into view.

"I need you to do me a favour," I explained, in a whisper. "If you come up to room 26, quietly mind, you'll see why I'm talking quietly,"

"Okay," he said, sounding unsure, but he did what he was told.

I heard the door creak open, both though the computer speakers and the phone speaker.

"Ah, okay I got you," said Booth. "What do you want me to do?"

"Put a cover over him, or get him under the sheets, just make sure he won't get cold," I said, softly.

"Right," said Booth, quietly.

He clicked the phone off and pocketed it. He now came into the room properly, round to the right side of the bed, behind Sully.

"Hey," he whispered, to my picture on the screen.

"Hi," I whispered, back with a smile.

He actually managed to get Sully under the covers without waking him, which I thought was a miracle in its self. When he saw my expression at his success, he smiled.

"Oh it's nothing," he whispered, simply. "The amount of times I have had to get one of the guys into bed, or under the covers, after they'd passed out on top, after a drinking session is countless. I'm an expert at it,"

I grinned.

"I'm not sure if that's a bad thing, or a good thing," I whispered. "Thanks though, Booth, oh and can you turn the light out when you leave?"

"Sure, no problem," he replied, quietly. "What about the curtains?"

"Yeah, those too, that would be great," I said, impressed with Booth's ingenuity.

He drew the curtains and gave me a wave. Then he vanished from view, the light clicked off and the door shut quietly. Sully shifted slightly in his sleep, but didn't stir. I smiled, I could sit here for a while, but I needed to get up early. I planned to go see Jimmy, before everything got going tomorrow, which meant I had to be up early to make sure Henry, or Abby for that matter, would not interrupt my conversation with Jimmy.

I eventually went to bed and woke again at seven. It was the first of October, but I knew it as the day when Henry would get his just deserts. I popped into my spare room, and glanced at the screen. The sun coming through the curtains, had made the room at The Black Swan a little brighter, and I could see Sully was still sleeping. He had again shifted slightly, but at least he seemed to be peaceful. I watched for a few minutes, before going to get some tea. Once I was ready and had had some breakfast, I headed out in the direction of West Beach. I reached the house where the others were, by about quarter to nine. I crept past the house and down to the tool shed. As I had passed the house, I had spotted Henry, but he didn't look as if he was planning to come out. I approached the shed quietly, and peered in the window. Jimmy was on the floor, his head resting on his chest, he seemed to be sleeping. I now entered, the door swung more then I expected, and I only just stopped it from clattering into the wall. Jimmy didn't move, I now moved towards him.

"Jimmy?" I said, quietly. "Jimmy? Hey!"

His head rolled sideways and up, and his eyes flickered open. He squinted at me and then his eyes widened.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you," I said, coming down to his level.

I carefully pulled down the gag, so he could speak.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice rough. "Are you gonna free me, cause you'll have to pick the lock.

"I wanted to talk to you," I said, carefully, ignoring his question as to freeing him. "I thought there were things you should know,"

He was studying my face, then his expression changed to one I wasn't sure of.

"What? Like how you failed to save anyone, how you failed me?" he said, his tone slightly harsh.

"What are you on about? I haven't failed you," I said, not understanding. "Look, I wanted to show I trust you, so I was going to tell you that everything is not as it seems,"

"Yeah, like for instance the fact you're in league with Wakefield and Henry?" he snapped, giving me a look. "I mean, at this moment, it's not a crazy suggestion,"

"No, of course not, Wakefield's dead anyway," I said, raising my eyebrow and shaking my head. "No, I am trying to tell you that apart from one slight mistake, no one is dead,"

"Have you lost your mind, everyone is dead, Abby too," he spat, angrily.

"Abby? Abby isn't dead, she's up in the house unconscious, but alive. She's up there with Henry," I said, calmly. "Look whatever Henry may have told you, Abby's alive,"

"He killed her, I told you to protect her and now she's dead. Abby's dead because of you!" He said, watching my reaction. "Oh and Sully, the guy you loved, who wanted me dead, Henry killed him too!"

"Abby's not dead!" I snapped, slightly, then continued. "And I know about Sully, but technically it wasn't him. He's alive, so is Shane and Nikki, even Kelly,"

"Either your mad or in denial, plus anyway if your not in league with Henry, why aren't you freeing me?" he asked, to be fair he had a point, I couldn't avoid it again.

"Look, I came here to talk, and as for freeing you, it's not my job," I tried, to explain. "Someone will free you later,"

"Okay, so why were you sneaking around the sheriff station, if you weren't freeing Wakefield?" he said, now, clearly the fact he was tired and in pain was giving him trust issues.

"I was moving to a better position, I needed to get Danny alone," I said, before realising how bad that sounded.

"What to kill him?" he sneered, he reminded me of Shane.

"No, to exchange places with him," I said, seriously.

"Don't mess with me, Rebecca. You know, I thought you were my friend," he said, slowly. "But now, I don't know who you are, you might as well be dead to me,"

"You don't mean that, Jimmy," I said, trying to keep the hurt from my voice. "You're tired and in pain. For some delusional reason you believe Henry over me and think Abby is dead…"

"She is, why would he keep her alive?" interrupted Jimmy.

"Because he loves her, just like you do," I answered, truthfully. "Look, my main point is everything's gonna be okay, you'll see,"

"So your asking me to believe, that you somehow replaced everyone and they're all alive. That Henry didn't kill Abby cause he loves her, and that even though I'm handcuffed to a post, that everything is gonna be alright?" he snapped, giving me an incredulous look.

"Well, I suppose, yes, I mean you kept asking me to trust you with the truth and I give it to you, and you act like this," I argued, now. "And you wonder why, I wouldn't tell you,"

"I saw people die," he argued, back.

"No, you saw me die," I said, trying to get him to understand. "For instance it was me who put your shoulder back in,"

"Stop lying!" he snapped.

"Oh, and why would I sneak in here if I was with Henry? Huh? Why?" I tried, now, if he wouldn't believe the truth I wanted him to at least believe I was on his side.

"Cause you and Henry are trying to mess with my head," he said, angrily. "I mean, how long have you known Henry was a killer? Truthfully, if you're my friend, you'll tell me,"

I knew it was a trick question, but I cared about him, so I told him honestly.

"Since before I ever met him, I always knew this was going to happen," I said, sadly.

"Just get out, if your not going to help me, just leave me to die," he snapped, fury in his tired eyes.

"You don't mean that," I cried, looking sadly at him.

"I do!" he replied, harshly.

"I'm sorry, Jimmy, but whether you believe me or not you will see I'm right," I said, calmly, tears glistening in my eyes. "Abby is alive, you'll see, and so are the others. Henry will die, and all this will be over,"

"I can't believe, after all these years, you'd do this to me! It's as if you never really cared about me!" Jimmy spat, his look alone causing my heart to break. "Just get out!"

"Jimmy, I…"

"Get out!" he snarled, lunging, only to be yanked back by his cuffs.

I placed his gag back in place, and backed away. With one last look at him, I ran out the door. It had gone so horribly wrong, whatever Henry had said yesterday, had broken Jimmy's spirit. I fought against the hurt, that wrenched its self through me, leaving me feeling lost and broken. I knew he didn't really mean it, he was tired and hurting, he always seemed to say things he didn't mean when he was. I had forgiven him as he said it, but it didn't mean, it didn't hurt me. I took a breath and tried to focus on the fact, I would soon be ramming a boarding knife though Henry's gut. I glanced at the time, while I had been arguing with Jimmy, the scene with Shea and Madison had been going.

Shea and Madison were sat in one of the waiting rooms, in the Abraham Lincoln Building. Madison had been given a sandwich and a glass of orange juice. She had barely touched either, and instead sat idly stirring the straw round her glass. The clock to Shea's left, read half past nine, it was again, another key in my planning of what I had to do on Wednesday. It was now that Agent Hanson entered, followed by his partner Agent Perez.

"Mrs Allen, sorry to have kept you waiting," said Hanson, apologetically.

"Did you find anyone else?" asked Madison, she'd stopped stirring her straw when the agents had entered.

"Uh…Mrs Allen, would you mind if Agent Perez borrowed Madison for a few minutes?" he now said, carefully.

Shea turned to Madison.

"I'll be right out, honey," she said, calmly.

Madison got up and started to head to the door, but she paused and turned back to her mother.

"He's going to tell you everyone else is dead, isn't he?" she said, looking directly at Shea.

"Madison," said Shea, her tone warning Madison not to go there.

Madison stared, before being lead out by Perez. As the door shut, Shea now turned back to Hanson, who had sat down opposite her.

"What about my sister?" she asked, every fibre of her being, not wanting to hear the inevitable answer.

Hanson slid across the table, a picture of the burnt down church.

"We believe Wakefield intentionally burnt the church down," he started, to explain.

"You're saying that Trish was…" Shea started, but couldn't finish.

He now started to slide pictures across as he spoke. The first being of Trish and Henry, the very one I had taken, blown up slightly.

"I'm so sorry. Your sister and Henry Dunn died in the church," He continued, slowly. "Traces of blood and bone indicate several others also died in the fire,"

He now slid Abby's photo across the table.

"We have completed our search of the island," He said, seriously, while sliding Jimmy's photo across the table. "And we found over 20 bodies. We've been able to ID most of them, but…"

He slid the last photo across, which was Sully's picture.

"Wakefield, John Wakefield," said Shea, the fear present in her voice.

"Yes, we found his body in the foyer of the church," said Hanson, calmly. "It appears he failed to escape after setting the fire,"

"You sure it was him?" Shea asked, desperate to know the nightmare was over.

"Yes, ma'am. He was badly burned, but it was him," confirmed Hanson. "John Wakefield is dead,"

Hanson sighed and now proceeded to take the photos back, in reverse order. When he reached Trish and Henry's photo however, she stopped him. She looked at him and he nodded his understanding, allowing her to have the photo.

"My deepest condolences," he said, sadly, Shea picked up the photo, staring sadly at her sisters smiling face. "Other then a handful of locals, you and your daughter are the only survivors of Harper's Island,"

She glanced at him sadly. The scene had ended, and now went to showing Harper's Island locations, some covered in crime scene tape. It also showed the FBI crew leaving, before finally showing, that what Shea had been told was wrong. Abby was alive. Yet back at the FBI office, events now occurred that the viewers would never see. Shea now got up and left. Perez gave her a sad smile, as Shea retrieved Madison and the two headed for the lift. The two Agents watched the pair go; shaking their heads sadly. As they headed down to the ground floor, Shea could no longer hold back the tears. They rolled down her cheeks, and she had to force herself not to sob.

"Mummy, Aunty Trish is gone isn't she," asked Madison, slowly.

"Yes, honey. They're all gone," replied Shea, the emotion clearly in her voice.

They left the elevator and headed for the exit. As they walked out into the cool fresh air, Shea breathed in deeply. The sun was shining, it was like any other October day. She now started to head to the taxi area, they had been put up in a hotel by the FBI, so that's the only place she could currently think to go. She was thankful there was no press, at least the FBI were doing a good job of keeping them away. Yet she knew that they could appear any minute, and so they moved quickly. A thousand and one things were running through her head, which was the reason she barely heard her daughter's cry.

"Daddy?" called Madison, stopping abruptly.

Shea swung round.

"Come on, Madison," she said, her voice stressed. "We need to go,"

"But Mummy, I can see Daddy," insisted Madison.

"Madison, we talked about this, Daddy's…dead," said Shea, a sob catching in her throat.

"Well, then Rebecca was right, there are such things as ghosts," she said, refusing to move.

"No, Madison, I…" she started, but she paused, she didn't know what had become of me. "Look, sweety, there is no such thing,"

"Then Daddy can't be dead, because he's stood right over there," announced Madison, pointing across the road.

"Madison, please…" she started, but stopped, as she now actually looked in the direction her daughter was pointing.

On the other side of the street was a man, who looked very like Richard, lent against a tree.

"See, it's Daddy," said Madison, wriggling free of her mother's grip.

"Madison, no wait!" snapped Shea. "It can't be, no, come back!"

Madison ran across the busy road, her mother pelting after her. The man moved also, he grabbed Madison out the way. Shea had to stop to avoid getting hit, but then she ran.

"Get your hands off my daughter!" she cried, storming up to the man.

Yet, she stopped dead in her tracks, as the man swung round to meet her. Madison was in his arms, hugging him tightly. Her eyes widened in shock, and she backed away.

"No, no, what's happening? You're dead," she stammered.

"Well, actually I'm not," said Richard, with a slight smile. "There's someone else here, who wants to say hi,"

Madison looked at her mother, she was grinning. Then she spotted who Richard meant, they were coming up behind Shea.

"Grandpa!" she cried, with joy.

Shea swung round, her father stood there with open arms. She could no longer hold back the tears and sobbing, fell into his arms.

"I don't understand," she sobbed. "You, you died,"

"All will be explained, but not here," replied Thomas, kindly.

"It's really hard to believe, trust me, you'll be amazed," said another voice, that Shea had been dying to hear.

"Trish, I…" she started, but couldn't find the words.

Thomas stepped aside to allow the two sisters to embrace. Both were sobbing and the tearful reunion, is something I would have loved to have seen. Katherine now joined Thomas, and Sully and Danny turned up too. Shea personally thanked them both, hugging them and planting kisses on their cheeks.

"But, I don't understand, the FBI said…" Shea now started.

"The FBI don't know squat," said Sully, with a grin. "They'll never know what really happened,"

"Yep, they'll no as much as the two state police we kidnapped did," laughed Richard, he then paused and turned to Shea. "You know, I'm really sorry, Shea,"

Shea glanced at her father and Trish, both who gave her looks that said what she needed to know.

"I forgive you, Richard, but I think we may need some counselling. What do you say?" she said, slowly.

"Okay, whatever is needed to make it work," he said, with a smile.

Shea now looked at her daughter, who was hugging Katherine.

"I forgive you too, Katherine," she said, looking at her. "Just as long as you make my father happy, I think we need to stick together,"

"I agree," said Thomas, nodding. "After everything, it's the right thing to do,"

"Well, come on, we can't stay here," said Danny, glancing around. "We'll be in serious trouble if we get seen,"

"Where are we going?" asked Madison, curiously.

"We have rooms at a nice hotel, we'll be staying there for a bit," answered Trish, she still sounded tired.

"I can't wait to hear the explanation to all of this," said Shea, looking at all their faces.

"Believe me, I still don't believe it," said Danny, with a grin.

They all now headed back to The Black Swan. Meanwhile, I had found a suitable spot where I wouldn't be seen, but could still see what was happening. I now set about writing a new note to Jimmy. It wasn't going to be hugely different from the original, but it needed altering. Luckily, I still had some left over paper. It was while I was rewriting it, that I heard the glass break. I knew it was Abby escaping by breaking the glass door with a golden telescope thing. The scene was happening.

"Abby!" yelled Henry.

Abby came running down a hill, and upon seeing the tool shed, ran for it. She found the door open and ran in, skidding to a stop at the sight of Jimmy cuffed to the post. His eyes widened at the sight of her

"Jimmy," she said, slowly, but now Henry appeared and dragged her back to the door. "Jimmy!"

With the scene ended, Henry frogmarched her back up to the house. Having finished writing, I now moved closer to the shed and hid myself in the bushes near the door. I had never heard how Henry convinced Jimmy to sign a confession that he was the killer, and so was interested to know. Henry finally came back fifteen minutes later, I knew he'd locked Abby in her room. He paused, before he entered glancing round as if he suspected something, but he shrugged it off and entered.

"You know Jimmy, I hadn't planned for that to happen, but well," he started, with a grin. "I think it's actually made it easier,"

Jimmy sat glaring at him.

"Now, how about signing that confession," he continued, slowly. "It's just one little lie,"

Jimmy mumbled something, his expression showed his fury.

"What was that, oh I'm sorry, you can't answer back can you?" said Henry, in a sickly sweet way. "Well lets fix that then,"

Henry now removed the gag, so Jimmy could speak.

"If you lay another finger on her I'll kill you," spat Jimmy. "You let her go,"

"Why would I do that? Huh?" asked Henry, cocking his head much like his father. "What would I gain from that?"

"I would sign the confession, just let her go," said Jimmy, slowly.

"And she would run and tell the authorities it wasn't you, it was me. That you were forced to sign that confession," replied Henry, with a sly smile. "Didn't think that through, did you?"

"Someone will eventually realise we're missing," Jimmy tried. "They'll come looking for us,"

"Wrong, I provided closure, they think we'll all dead. So who's gonna come looking for you?" he said, calmly.

"What about the locals? What about Rebecca,?" Jimmy said, angrily. "She won't believe we all died,"

"The locals won't come back, and as for Rebecca…" he started.

"She won't believe I'm the accomplice either, that's for sure," interrupted Jimmy, giving Henry a look.

"Your right, she likes you, she always seemed strange around me," said Henry, his expression showed he was thinking. "She never seemed to trust me,"

"Maybe, she worked out what you really are!" snapped Jimmy. "A raving psycho,"

His expression darkened, and he smirked.

"Even if she did come back, you'll be dead, before she could save you," he said, smugly. "You and Abby, and then, I'd just kill her too,"

Henry watched Jimmy's expression change, as the fight left him.

"Now, if you've finished making fanciful suggestions, we can get down to business," said Henry, coolly. "If you sign the confession, I won't kill Abby, how's that?"

Abby had been right, when she'd said Henry had traded her life for Jimmy's signing of the confession.

"You wouldn't kill Abby, she means too much to you," said Jimmy, a strange look on his face.

"Well, so did Trish, and look what happened to her," he replied, smugly.

Henry was toying with Jimmy's emotions. Jimmy was struggling, it seemed he had no choice. He now, only had one option.

"Okay, I'll sign the confession, but only if I get to say goodbye to Abby," he said, he had the ball in his court. "I won't sign it otherwise,"

"That's all you want? To say goodbye?" sneered Henry.

"You don't hurt her, and you let me say goodbye. I know you gonna kill me, so I want to say goodbye," reasoned Jimmy, slowly.

"Fine, as you wish," said Henry, a smile gracing his lips. "Now that wasn't hard, was it?"

Henry left now, leaving Jimmy to his thoughts. Henry didn't head back to the house however, he headed into the woods. I glanced at my watch. It was twenty to twelve. It was an hour and a half since Abby had escaped and found Jimmy, I didn't know where the time had gone. Henry returned to the house around twelve. I assumed he went to speak to Abby, to tell her Jimmy had agreed. I waited, feeling like a lemon, unable to do anything. Finally, at about twenty past twelve the scene started and Henry and Abby appeared. Henry held onto Abby's arm securely, so she couldn't escape. She almost tripped at one point.

"Oh, careful," said Henry, concern in his voice.

It made me feel sick.

They reached the shed, and he made them pause slighty before the door.

"Let me get the door," he said, as he now opened it.

He entered first, followed by Abby. Henry then let her go and made to shut the door. Abby, however, just stood there, staring. Jimmy had stood up, sometime between Henry leaving and them returning. He was still however, handcuffed to the pole.

"Say goodbye," ordered Henry, indicating for her to do so.

She didn't move.

"Abby," he encouraged, pushing her forward.

Abby now walked towards Jimmy, and stood before him. Jimmy watched her every move.

"I'm sorry I left," she whispered, Jimmy nodded and gave her a sad look. "I thought about calling every day,"

Henry watched, I knew he was hating every second of it. Abby removed Jimmy's gag and kissed him passionately. Unbeknown to Henry, as she did so she passed Jimmy the nail she had hidden in her mouth. Henry however could stand it no longer, and grabbed her by her hair.

"That's enough," he said, pulling her away.

"Unh. I love him," she spat, in Henry's face, he slapped her. "Unh!"

She fell to the floor with the force of it, knocking into a table that was covered in tools. So consequently, some fell to the floor with her.

"Oh, I shouldn't have done that," he said, worriedly, while he paced and then clutched his head. "Uh…Come on lets go,"

He made to help her up.

"Get the hell away from her," snarled Jimmy, Henry turned to look at him.

This gave Abby her chance, Henry was distracted, and so she grabbed the nearest tool. A screwdriver, and rammed it into his foot. He yelled in pain, and she ran for the door. He pulled it out, as she flung open the door and ran for her life.

"Abby!" Henry yelled, pausing to grab the boarding knife off the tool table. "Abby!"

He ran out the door after her. I knew now for the audience, that Jimmy revealed that Abby had given him a nail and then he dropped to the floor. Henry was pelting after Abby, up and down the changing terrain.

"Abby! Stop! Would you….?" he called, panic in his voice.

Back with Jimmy, he had spit out the nail onto the floor and now, picking it up with his fingers, began to use it to pick the lock of the cuffs. The scene rapid fired back to Henry.

"If anyone else is on the island, their miles away," he called, after her.

Actually I thought, I'm right here, so that sentence made me smile.

A flash of Jimmy working at the lock, and now we were back with Abby. She ran up some steps, that had been created to aid walkers. Henry followed, he was closing in on her.

"Abby, wait," he called, racing up the steps. "Abby!"

Abby came to abrupt stop at the top of the bluff, she had no where else to go. I had followed the pair, and now hidden, watched the scene unfold.

"Abby, stop," called Henry, almost as if he was scared she'd jump, although she did look over the edge as he said it. "I didn't want it to be like this,"

"I know what you did," she said, and I knew what she was about to say was right. "You told Jimmy, you'd kill me if he didn't sign the confession,"

"Abby, I could never hurt you," he said, and for the first time, I believed what he was saying. "Everything that I've done I did for us. I'd die without you,"

"Is that why you have that boarding knife?" she asked, indicating to it.

Henry glanced at it in his hand before chucking it over the bluff. It clattered it's way down, Abby watched it fall.

"There. Now do you believe me?" he asked.

Abby said nothing.

"You and this island are my home," he explained now, emotion in his voice. "You're the only thing that makes sense to me,"

"None of this makes sense," she replied emotion in her own voice. "You destroyed everything I ever loved,"

"No, but you have me," snapped Henry, anger replacing his sadness.

This was the moment Abby said the last epic line of the show.

"I don't want you!" she screamed at him.

Henry looked shocked, and hurt even.

"No, I don't want…" she whispered, shaking her head.

It was at that moment, that Jimmy came pelting along the path and tackled Henry from behind, causing both men to take a tumble off the bluff. Abby gasped, and then seemed unsure what to do. She then made to head down to the beach below. The scene gap came and I took my chance.

"Abby, wait," I called, appearing out of the trees and grabbing her arm.

"What…wait…Rebecca?" she stammered, then seemed to focus. "Let go, I need to get to Jimmy,"

"No it's not safe, look I promised him I would protect you and that's what I'm doing," I explained, seriously, looking her in the eyes.

"No, I'm not leaving him," she said, trying to wriggle free from my grip.

"I'm not suggesting you do, I'm saying let me go down first," I said, calmly. "Henry's down there too somewhere, just wait ten minutes and then come down, please,"

"But he could be hurt," she argued, anger rising in her voice.

"Yes, but if anything happens to you, he'll kill me," I said, giving her a look.

"Okay, I'll give you ten minutes, but know if anything happens to him, I'll kill you," she said, relenting.

"Right, I've got it, just stay here in this spot, see you in ten minutes," I said, with a smile.

"But, I can't see here," she grumbled.

"Yes, but it works both ways, Henry can't see you either," I pointed out. "Just promise me, you'll stay here and wait ten minutes,"

"Fine, go then," she sighed.

"Thanks," I said, taking hold of her hand, smiling and giving her a nod.

I then sprinted down, towards the path. As I did I accessed the Reaper energy one final time. I only needed ten percent. It flowed through my body, and I now used a technique known as a Mirage. It only changes your appearance, if however you are subjected to great pain it can fail. It also differs from a normal change, in the fact that one, the person you're becoming definitely has to be alive for it to work. An' two, if you do die, it doesn't leave a body, but the person does have to kill you via the only way a Death Jumper can die. So, as I finally reached the beach and the scene came back, it was as Abby and not me. I ran onto the pebble beach, I could see Jimmy lying near the water's edge. Henry was no where to be seen, I really wished I knew where he was. As I reached Jimmy, I spotted the boarding knife lying near by. How perfect, I thought, it seemed almost as if it was destined to land next to Jimmy. I crouched down next to him.

"Jimmy. Jimmy, are you okay?" I asked, in Abby's voice, caressing his face.

He came to, slowly. I held his head, as he did, his eyes half opened and he looked at me. Memories of the time I had spent with him on the docks, flooded my mind.

"No," he rasped, he then gave me a strange look.

His head then slowly sank back, and he gave me a slight smile, as unconsciousness called him back. I was staring, in truth I wasn't sure what his smile had been for. Had he realised it was actually me, and not Abby, who was crouched beside him. Yet my thoughts were interrupted as I heard footsteps approach and I forced myself not to turn. Jimmy did too though. He fought with unconsciousness and forced his eyes open again. He raised his head, looking behind me, fear present in his eyes. I turned, grabbing the boarding knife, and swung it up, straight into Henry's abdomen. He looked shocked, he was gasping. He then looked down and his hands automatically reached to the boarding knife. I had stabbed with so much force, it had gone straight through him. I was staring in shock, somehow, I knew Abby hadn't intended to do that. He now looked at me, confused.

"Abby?" he questioned, his voice sounding like that of a small boy.

We sank to our knees, I knew Jimmy was watching behind me. I could still feel Abby's thoughts, she couldn't believe what she had done. Henry was actually crying, he sniffed loudly and attempted to speak. It came out more of a grunt, but it could have been 'but'.

"I love you," he said, quietly.

I just stared. I watched him sink lower, his hands still clutching the boarding knife, and collapse sideways to the right. His eyes closed, he was gone. Like his father, Henry Dunn, was dead. His head lay partly in the water, his body curled up in death, reminding me of a small child. I just sat there, as Jimmy's strength failed. Unable to hold his head up any longer, he flopped back down behind me.

The scene was ended, it was over. I now slowly got to my feet, and started to move away, my appearance changing back to myself. As I moved away, Abby appeared and she ran to Jimmy. I smiled and sighed, I felt so tired now. Maybe I had overdone it with the Mirage of Abby, but it wasn't like I hadn't had enough Reaper energy. In fact I still had some left. I stumbled further up the beach, and over a dead tree trunk that lay near the top of the beach. I flopped down behind it, onto the pebbles. Pain started to throb through my body, I stared at the now, deep red marks and lines that covered my skin. I felt lightheaded and so to counter it, I lay down. Something felt wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I felt my breathing become more painful, and I reached the point I was gasping slightly. Suddenly my body started to go through the deaths, one by one. Only this time, each of the positions the people died in, my body showed it as me in the position, and not them. Whether they were hanged, chopped or burned, my body portrayed them all. This had happened before, but not anyway near this level of severity. I was struggling to breathe, as it raced through just over thirty deaths. I tried calling out to Jimmy and Abby, but my voice had no strength to it. Then it stopped, and tiredness washed over me in waves. The darkness called, drawing me in. Somewhere, in my now foggy brain, something was telling me this was wrong, yet the call of the darkness was too sweet. I could no longer hold on, and I gave in to the inky blackness. My last breath rattled out as little more then hiss, and my heart, gave up with it…

Okay, so how was that. I will try and be a bit quicker with the last chapter, but with that ending, maybe I should be annoying and hold off a little lol. So honestly what do we think, did we see that ending coming, or the argument with Jimmy? What did you like or not like as the case may be. Any questions? Well reviews are definitely encouraging, so it means the next chapter might be up quicker. So make my day and hit the review button! *Puppy Dog Eyes* Only one chapter left...