Chris began to feel strange. All he saw was darkness. Every slowly his vision cleared to a long hallway. At the end, light showed some promise. As he walked down the darkened hall, he began to hear radio broadcastings and news. Terrible news! He looked around, wondering where he was, despite the promising hope that light kissed his eyes.

He walked to the broadlight and shut the radio off. The air around Chris went dead quiet. He turned around and began to investigate several mysterious places, which were actually locked from his reach. As he walked back to the hall, a baby's cries alarmed him. He shook as he remembered Willy's cries as a baby in that house fire. He walked to the end of the hall to nothing, and turned back, terrified.

As he got around to the corner, he thought he saw a shadow. He hid in the darkness, hoping it was just his eyes. He turned around the corner to see a white figure in the hallway, its back towards him. He scanned the figure wondering what it was doing. The baby's cries were louder. The screams were coming from the nearest room.

The figure turned, scaring Chris back to the wall. He hoped it didn't see him, but sure enough, it came around the corner, making Chris run to the empty corner of the hall. Chris turned back over to see if she, for it had long hair, was chasing him. She was walking over to him slowly. Chris gulped and hoped she would not eat him alive.

She came up to Chris. She lifted her bloody face. Suddenly, an echo rang as her black eyes stared into Chris's, "You will be mine! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The ghost jumped on Chris, bringing Chris to reality. He quickly sat up from his dream in shock. His room wasn't a darkest hallway with a girl ghost eating him alive... It could've been that Applay robot, if she was even a robot. Chris thought quick and easy, who could be dressing up... Immediately, a familar girl from college, who hated his guts for falling for someone one other than her... Carolyn.

Chris blinked several times. The ghost was Carolyn. Playing around in her college play life. She loved attention from the men, and she was using Chris as a model.

Chris regained his breathing once the door was being knocked on. He feared who could be at the door. Once the door began to open, Chris pulled his legs up to his chest and began to cry in terror. When a hand steadied the curtain, Chris burned with fear.

A familiar face came to his side of the bedroom. Applay, his dear sister, was there, "Chris, brother. Are you okay? You look scared."

Chris nodded in fright. His father came around the corner and smiled, "Glad to you sitting up. You have been lying there in that same coma for three weeks straight."

Chris' eyes widened, three weeks has it? One more week until Fake Applay would show herself... Then the real truth would be known. Applay took Chris' hand and smiled, "Believe this Chris. Martin is going to be a father soon! I'm going to be an aunt."

Chris began to feel dread. His voice was still gone. His father had sat on a chair close to wear his legs dangle. Since William and his daughter were so quiet, Chris heard strange sounds peering into his ears.

William said, "Chris, there's nothing to be afraid of. You're in a safe atmosphere."

Chris looked up and jumped. Something... Someone was peering at him from the curtains. It disappeared once he saw it. A strange whisper echoed in his ears, tickled the skin, and rocked the brain. Chris said with all he could, "Help... Me..."

William stood up and said, "Son... Listen, I can understand you, but you are but muttering. That coma left you parlyzed in the speaking. You need to relax. You are in a hospital, safe and sound."

Applay was quiet, for fear of her brother's jump scares. Chris feared the voices which itched his ears. He wanted one person and he wished to say her name. Somehow, whoever-it-was knew his thoughts and threatened in the still, calm whisper that she will die by nightfall if he calls out to her...

A nurse came in, "Chris Kratt can go home today. I got the discharge papers right here. You are his father, I assume?"

William smiled, "Yes, I am."

"Okay. I'll go over some discharge orders. Is he going home with you?"

"Oh... Yes. He lives in with some friends of his, but I don't think after three weeks of coma that he is strong enough."

"Good idea. He cannot leave the state until one month. This is when he has officially healed from the coma attack. His chest is healed completely from surgery we have done to remove that accidental bullet. Oh... Uh, can I talk to you alone about something? It has been doctor's concerns."

"Sure... Applay, please come, honey. I can't lose you again."

"Okay, Dad!"

Chris reached for someone to come back. Once the door was shut, Chris pulled himself together, as something poked up at him. Chris grew scared as he heard a baby crying next to him. He needed help. He opened his eyes to see the ghost girl...

"HELP!"

The door swung open. Chris was on the floor covering his face, with his knees up to his chest. He was crying. The nurse said, "Give him the medicine whenever he has these attacks."

Chris went to his father's house, which has been converted into a business. Chris was much too scared to see the new place. He just wanted to relax, and stare at one thing until something frightens him to turn away.

Linda stayed up with her son day and night.

Finally one morning, Linda was found passed out in her chair. Chris was rolled over to his side, hugging the blanket that was falling from the couch. William took a deep breath and left the room to his office and picked up the remote. He had to call his eldest son.

Martin came on the screen, tired and yawning, "Dad? What's wrong?"

William sighed, "Something happened last night. Your brother is not sleeping... You better get over here now."

"Dad?"

"Just do as I say."

Thirty minutes later, Martin was at his parent's house. William was kneeling by Chris' bed side, shaking his head. Martin gulped, "What's the matter?"

"He's too quiet. Too quiet. I don't like it."

"William?"

"Linda... Did Chris ever sleep last night?"

"Oh... I don't know. I have fallen asleep?"

"It's okay. You needed it. Chris is dead asleep. He's not even moving. But he's breathing..."

"Dad?"

"What?"

"Could he fallen into another coma?"

"Possibly," William answered as he wiped his hand over Chris' forehead. It was dry. Chris didn't move to the cold hand's touch. William feared his son shot himself to a disorder state.

Chris wouldn't respond to anyone's calls. He just lay on the couch, holding the blanket close to his face.

William said, "I'm getting the doctor over here. I am afraid."

"Dad? Just tell me..."

"I think the coma just killed him. He's too dead quiet to be asleep like that."

Martin gulped. He held the tears back as he knelt by his brother. He took the steady hand and squeezed it tight. He felt a tight bond between he and Chris, and he wasn't ready to let go. Martin's hand began to shake gently. He felt his own hand being tightened. Martin looked up and saw his brother waking up, staring at him.

"Dad! He's awake!"

Chris cooed under the blanket. His eyes still glued to Martin's. No fear was in them, all what was in them was life.

William came running over and saw Chris looking up to him. William fell to his knees and held his sons' hands together with his hand. With his free arm, he wrapped it around Martin. Chris glued his sight on his brother. Chris was still quiet. It was like he was lost in the middle of nowhere. But at least, he had someone to grab to.

Martin's creature pod began to go off. Chris got startled by the sudden sound. William quieted the scared child as Martin answered to the gang.

"Where are you?"

"Mom and Dad's... We had a scare this morning with Chris. But he seems to do fine, very differently."

Then, Aviva said, "Is he any better?"

When Aviva's voice rang out, Chris woke up from a minor sleep. His eyes stared at Martin. Martin said, "He's responding, but not talking. He could be in a light coma... He's so weak."

"Well," Answered Aviva, "If there is any case, you can stay with your parents. Does he seem lively?"

Chris stared at Martin's creature pod. His brown eyes, darken by the shade of the blanket, started to shine. Martin slowly said, "Uh... Laura... You can come over. Oh, Aviva..." he looked at Chris' liveliness at the name and continued, "Come over too."

"Martin, I'm not your wife. Laura is... Laura?"

"Come on, Aviva. We can take turns helping Mother take care of Chris at night."

Martin beamed, "Of course! Mom does need some rest afterall," Once he took his hand away for a sec, Chris reacted by gripping Martin's arm in fright. William backed up, "He's active..."

Aviva cried, "What happened? Sounds like a cat got scared back there."

"That was Chris, Aviva. I pulled my hand away and he bolted to take it back."

"Well, we'll be there."

"Okay," Martin dropped the pod on the floor and got closer to his wide-eyed brother. He smiled, "It's okay. Laura and Aviva will be here any minute now."

Chris relaxed and shut his eyes. He fell into a minor sleep...