6:32 am
"So, where were you when you found out?" Jughead asks before taking a sip of his black coffee. "When you found out that you're a decker, I mean. You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
"I don't mind answering," Betty says. "I was asleep when I got the call. It was right at twelve in the morning. As the lady told me about events that were happening around town today, I looked around the room and reminisced about the life I will no longer have."
"That's morbid," Jughead says.
"I know, but I'm dying today, so I get an excuse," Betty says. "But I don't want to focus too much on the depressing things so let's move on. Where were you when you got the call?"
"I'd rather not talk about where I was," Jughead says. "But, after I got the call, I got the people I consider family together and we had a funeral, but it was cut short. So, I don't really have anything else I want to do today. What about you? Do you have any friends or family you'd like to say goodbye to?"
"I left my parents a note, and I already told my sister in person," Betty says. "I tried telling my friends, but I chickened out at the last moment. I hope I get a chance to tell them before I go."
"But that's just one thing," Jughead says. "What else can we do?"
Betty thought about it for a moment. "Have you ever heard of the Last Wish foundation?" Betty asks.
"No," Jughead says.
"They're basically Make-A-Wish for deckers," Betty explains. "They offer safe, last thrills for deckers. They have things like swimming with sharks and riding in a racecar. Those are just the things they show in the commercials."
"Is there a center in town?" Jughead asks.
"Yeah, it's across the street from Town Hall," Betty says. "But it doesn't open until ten."
"So we still have four hours to kill," Jughead says. He then bit the left side of his mouth while he thought. "I would actually like to visit my sister's grave, one last time. She's buried in Riverdale Cemetery."
"Then let's finish our pancakes and go," Betty says. So they finish up their meals, and they split the bill. They walked outside of the restaurant. "You can ride your death machine, but I'm taking my car."
"Come on," Jughead pleads. "When is the next time you're going to be able to ride a motorcycle? After today, you won't be able to because you'll be stuck in a wooden box, six feet under the ground. Besides, you were just talking about going to a place that offers last thrills."
"Safe last thrills," Betty says. "The keyword is safe."
"Fine, I'll meet you at the cemetery, scardy-cat," Jughead says. There was then a bright light on her. "Betty, look out!"
Betty turns around, noticing a blue truck was speeding in her direction.