4 years have passed since Christina's death and Trudy commanded herself to go on with her life. Her, Jake and Robert, who was now four, Mr. & Mrs. Chesterfield were going to watch a movie. A man stood behind them. He was wearing a pair of khaki pants and a plaid shirt; his hear clouded his eyes due to the fact that his hair was as black as midnight. His eyes were as black as midnight, to.

"Hello." He said.

The whole family turned around; the line was long so it didn't matter if they weren't paying attention. Trudy smiled. "Hi," she said.

"Aren't you the survivor of the fair incident?"

"Yes," she said. "And so is my husband," she pointed towards Jake. "This is our son, Robert," Trudy motioned to the little boy at her feet. The man smiled. "My name's Rick James. I'm a reporter for New York Times."

"Nice to meet you Rick. These are my parents, Margaret Chesterfield and Orlando Chesterfield."

"Nice to meet you," he said. They all smiled and then turned back to the front of the line.

"No!!"

Trudy turned around. "Rick? What's wrong?"

"Don't go inside of the theatre!! It's going to collapse! I saw it!!"