(A/N: Wow, whaddya know, I'm gaining fans.)

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Narrative
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"Pause, change scene." said G.

Once again, the world around them blurred out and Dib found himself in the place he least wanted to be during this whole visit.

The cemetary.

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Dib's Point of View
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This isn't...It is. No, I don't want to be here.

I can't...

Is that Saroya over there? Then that must be...

My grave...

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Narrative
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(A/N: I'm making a guess on Dib's tombstone writing.)

G took Dib by the arm and gently led him forward, through the snow and over to the spot where Saroya was. Erect before her was a tombstone, reading:

Dib
1991-2002
A boy who believed even in what he couldn't see.
Rest in peace.

The woman sat on the ground in front of the cold slab of stone, her legs folded indian style while her elbows pressed against her knees. Her hands still gripped the box she had at the funeral. "...I suppose this is bye, kid..." she said as she stared at the tombstone. "I have no idea what I'm doing talking to a rock...but, I suppose...if humans are right about ghosts being able to hear things...I should say what I need to now."

Dib took a few steps forward towards her and watched, listening to whatever it was she had to say.

"Hm...I'm not that good at speeches...but, I'll try my best, I suppose. First of all, I just want to say...that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've gotten you into. I mean, half the time you got hurt, it was because you were around us..." Saroya said, her hands still fiddling with the little box. "But, I can't say that I regret having you around. Despite the worry of what might have happened to you, It was great having you there, kid...You're really one of the only humans that I could safely say would actually listen..."

His gaze softened as he watched her. "I know you can't hear me, Sar," he said. "But I didn't mind getting hurt. You guys were the first friends I ever..." Dib sighed. "Nevermind, you can't tell what I'm saying..."

G watched him silently, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He didn't think this was funny or amusing, but he thought Dib was beginning to learn his lesson.

Saroya was silent for a few more moments before she looked upward, letting out a sigh. "I've got a little sister. Her name's Yana and she's about 15...And she may be my sister, but I never really got along with her. I may not seem like it sometimes, but I'm not a very...er...'girly' person...that's why I get along with Lasaro so much. And I know at the moment, what I'm saying doesn't seem to have anything to do with...well...ANYTHING right now...but, it does. I've always wanted a little brother. Boys, they know how to have fun. I mean, I doubt that a girl was the first to make a mud-pie." she chuckled softly.

"Well, what I'm trying to say, is that I thought of you as a little brother, Dib. You...became part of my family...-all- of our families. And we all really loved you...we still do..." Her voice soon died to a whisper and she stared down at the tombstone again, her eyes hinting that she was on the verge of tears.

Throat tight with his own sadness, Dib turned and looked up at G. "Can we go now?" he asked quietly. "I can't take much more of this."

His guardian nodded and said, "Change scene."

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(A/N: Sadness...)