Slowly walking up the stairs, with each step Caitlin took were memories that Shelly and Eric shared together. When she got to the top of the stairs she felt that she was really there inside the room, as if it was happening to her. Screaming out in pain she fell to the floor not crying but gasping for air. Caitlin curled up in Eric's bed with Eric's blood stained on the sheets, she didn't care she was just in shock.

"Who would marry on Hallows Eve," Carl's voice replays in her head,

"Eric and Shelly were my best friends," her own voice replies. Caitlin falls asleep in Eric's bed with the vision of the whole night replaying in her head.

"Where's Caitlin at Carl," Caitlin's mother Darla worriedly,

"she is safe, unlike you, your putting poison in your blood and sleeping around all the time, you're a mother and your child is out on the streets," Carl explains to her trying to turn Darla's life around.

"Go on cop we don't want you kind in here," Darla's boyfriend harshly,

"you know I could bust your ass for having drugs," Carl walking away,

"that's right Carl, just walk on," Darla drunk and laughing.