Part 4

"No, no we can't go there," I say. I begin to turn around, but he doesn't let me. He holds onto my shoulder, forcibly at first, but as I turn again, he relaxes.

"I know it's difficult to go back there, but there's something you need to see, something that will help you," he says. He lets go and holds my hand.

"It's just that ever since my grandmother died, it's been hard to go back there," I say. Tears start to form. I look away from Gabriel. He hands me a tissue. I accept it with a small smile.

"I know, but maybe this time you'll find something different."

"What do you mean?"

"Follow me."

We walk another three blocks in silence. Ideas wander my mind. What could he mean? What difference could I find there?

We walk up to the gates of the cemetery. I've only been here once since Grandma died. I try to come back with fresh flowers, but every time I arrive at the gates I freeze and can't enter.

This time I can't hide behind my fears. I have to go in and find out what's going on.

"You should go first, face your fears," he says.

I take a deep breath and open the gates. They creaks. That's the only sound I hear. Not a cricket, just the gates.

I step in and he walks behind. He begins to walk a little faster. I have to jog a little to catch up to him.

"Why are we going this far in?" I ask, out of breath.

"Because the newly departed are rested here," he says.

I look around and see a couple of people here, a couple of men and a couple of women. They are all dressed in formal clothes.

I stand behind Gabriel and whisper, "I didn't know there was a service today."

"They aren't here for a service, Liz. Look at them, don't they seem a little odd?"

"What do you mean, odd?" I ask. I look at the people, nothing seeming strange.

"Look at their clothes, their skin, what do you see?" he asks.

"Um, well, formal clothes. Wait, she's wearing a wedding dress," I say.

I look at the people again. This time they aren't grouped together, they are each at a tombstone. They are all looking down. One man sits in front of a tombstone and stares at the lettering on the grave. Tears begin to stream down his face and a woman from in front of the adjacent tombstone walks over to him and puts a hand on his shoulder.

I begin to realize what's going on. Gabriel is talking to me, but I can't hear anything because my thoughts are the only things I hear. The woman in the wedding dress, all the way the people are acting towards each other, the sudden chill in the airit all begins to make sense now.

"Liz, what you're feeling, the lapses of timeit's because you're dead."

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What did you think? By the way is anyone reading this? I thought I would get some kind if feedback. I've posted this at the Roswell Fanatics board and gotten feedback. ::shrugs shoulders:: later