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Suze

I scream at… no… for Paul.

I cry for him.

The cops are all crowded around him.

"You killed him!!" I yell. "He's dead!" Tears streak down my face.

I never thought that I would cry for Paul Slater. But… he died, for my son.

And then I hear him.

Matt.

He's crying.

I turn and pick him up.

"Oh my God…" I whisper, rocking him back and fourth. "Matty…"

Jesse rushes to my side.

"Susannah, are you alright?" He asks concerned, worried, and shaken by everything.

"That's her!! That's the girl who robbed my store!" I look over. There's that clerk. Her chin is all bloody. She has different cops all lined up behind her.

But this time, they want me.

Jesse

Susannah hands me Matthew. I hold him. He is still crying. I look over at Paul. He is sprawled out on the ground, a pool of blood under him.

"Susannah, do not fight them." I whisper.

"Please, Jesse, I can take these guys." She whispers back. She turns from me. I grab the back of her shirt and pull her towards me.

"You saw what they did to Paul. They wont hesitate doing the same to you."

She tugs away. "I promise you, I wont get shot." She raises her eyebrows, annoyed, I suppose, and then walks towards the cops.

Matthew starts crying louder. He is pointing at Paul's dead body.

"Matty? What is it?" I whisper, like it isn't obvious.

He points at Paul again. His body is glowing.

"Great God." I whisper, watching as Paul's ghost raises out of his body.

Paul looks over at me. His face looks slightly pale, and he has a look of determination spread across it.

"I'm gonna beat the living shit out of those bloody cops!" He yells, running towards them all. I don't stop him.

"I am young!" He yells as he punches a cop in the face. "I was bad, but I was going to change!" Another punch. "How do you feel cutting a kids life short?? Huh?"

Susannah is kicking butt too. Kicking, punching, slapping…

I hold Matthew closer.

"Hush." I don't want them to bring out more guns.

Susannah is panting. She keeps fighting until most of the cops are lying on the ground.

She looks at me and runs to my arms. "Oh Jesse!" She cries in my shoulder. "Cookie." She whispers, stroking Matthew's hair.

"Paul's dead." She whispers.

"Not quite." His ghost says behind her.

She spins around. "Paul! They… they…"

"They shot me." He says, a half smile on his face. "I'm dead. I'm a ghost."

Suze

My heart is beating uncontrollably.

"A ghost?" I repeat.

"Yeah. I wonder what my mother will think when she finds out both of her sons are dead."

I pause. "Paul," I bite my lip. "You're dead because of me, aren't you?"

He shakes his head. "I knew what was going to happen, Suze."

I look confused. "What?"

"I just changed your future."

"You don't mean that—"

"Yeah. I came from the future and met you in the summer on purpose. If it wasn't for me… well…"

I didn't really want to know the answer. He leans in and tells it to me anyways.

"You'll find out later today." He whispers, and then leans back.

"Thankyou very much, Paul." Jesse says, rocking Matty.

"One last word." He says clearly. "You need to run. Far away. Before they find you. Only time can bring you back."

We both looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"When you look older, the police wont notice you."

Jesse raises his eyebrows. "Thank you, again, Paul."

"See ya, Susannah."

A tear falls. "Goodbye, Paul."

- - - - -- - - -- - - -- later that day, jesse's apartment - -- --- -- - - - -- -

Story

"Susannah, are you sure you have everything?" Jesse asks.

"I'm sure." She says, rolling in her bags.

"We aren't coming back here for a long time."

She smiles and cries. "I know."

"You got the car seats?"

She nods. "Kids are strapped in and ready to go."

"We're leaving early this morning."

"I know." Susannah walks over to Jesse, with a look of desire in her eye.

"Around… six. Or maybe five."

"Mmhmm." She places a hand on his chest.

"What would you like to do, your last night in Carmel?"

She smiles. "I have an idea."

And then with a simple push of her hand, Jesse falls backwards onto his bed, and he finally realizes what she wants.

And, against his own beliefs… he lets her have it.