Lizzie is still in her bed thinking about the dream. It was just a dream, she thought. It seemed so real. Lizzie replays the dream in her mind over and over again while she stares at the ceiling. The smile she had on her face when she woke up is completely gone now that she realized he's still dead. I thought I had him back. Lizzie sadly and slowly gets out of bed, while she still tries to figure the dream out. She walks over to the mirror and stares at her stares at her tired looking face. She looks down at herself when something suddenly occurs to her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!," Lizzie screamed in fright. A moment later her parents rush to her room to see what the problem is.

"Lizzie, what's the matter?!," asked her mother with a worried look on her face.

"I'm wearing Gordo's jacket!," answered Lizzie. Both Jo and Sam look at each other confused and then back at Lizzie.

"And..?", asked Sam, still not seeing the problem.

"I wasn't wearing it when I went to sleep last night!," said Lizzie in a panicked voice.

"So,...you put it on this morning?" asked Sam.

"NO!," Lizzie screamed impatiently. "I woke up with it on"

"Honey, calm down," said Jo as she goes up to her and gives her a hug. "You we're very upset last night. You probably put it on before you went to bed and just forgot."

"No mom, I'm sure I didn't have it on," snapped Lizzie.

"Matt, could you come here for a second?" yelled Sam, calling for his son. Matt came into the room still half asleep, wondering what's going on.

"What's the matter?," asked Matt looking rather puzzled.

"Do you have anything to do with Lizzie wearing that jacket?"

"What do you mean?" responded Matt.

"Listen, sweetie," Jo said to Lizzie, "I'm sure there's a simple explanation for this. Don't let it worry you."

"You're probably right mom," lied Lizzie. She knew she wasn't going to convince her parents, and there was nothing they could do about it anyways. It was too big of a coincidence that she dreamt Gordo putting the jacket on her and for her to wake with it on, so she wouldn't let it go herself.

"I'll go fix breakfast. We'll talk about this later," said Jo.

As Matt and his parents leave the room, Lizzie sits down on her bed still trying to sort out what this could mean. Did she really put on the jacket without realizing it? She could rule out Matt being involved. She knew he would never pull a prank on her the night of her best friend's funeral. Lizzie knew she needed someone to talk to, so she calls Miranda on the phone. If anyone would understand, it would be Miranda.

"Hello?," answered Miranda.

"Miranda, I really need to talk to you."

"What's the matter Lizzie?"

"I think this is something I'd rather talk to you in person," said Lizzie. "Can you meet me at the Digital Bean in an hour?"

"Sure, I'll see you there"

About an hour later, Miranda arrives at the Digital Bean. She goes in and finds Lizzie sitting in a table near the corner.

"Hi Lizzie," asked Miranda as she sat herself down. "How are you feeling?"

"Not so good," said Lizzie as she rubs her forehead.

"Trust me, I understand. I'm going through the same thing too."

"Yes, I'm sure you are, but this is actually more about this dream I had last night," said Lizzie in a lowered voice so that nobody could overhear her.

"Was it about Gordo?" guessed Miranda.

"Yes, but it wasn't like any regular dream. He was talking to me as if he already knew what happened... and he was being really romantic."

Miranda nods as she listens.

"But, that's just part of it." continued Lizzie hesistantly. "In my dream, Gordo gave me his jacket to wear. And I know this sounds crazy, but when I woke up, I had it on."

Miranda's eyes open wide as she is shocked at what she just heard.

"Are you sure you didn't put it on yourself?" asked Miranda.

"Yes!"

"Well,....how do you think it got on you?" asked Miranda, trying to sound supportive.

"I... I don't know," said Lizzie. "I just have a feeling that the dream was more than my imagination. It was like it was really Gordo talking to me. And I know he had something to do with the jacket".

"O-kay," said Miranda, "Um, listen, I'll go get us some smoothies and we'll try to sort this out."

"Thanks," said Lizzie.

Miranda leaves the table to and looks back at Lizzie before proceeding to buy the smoothies. Lizzie is still very confused and emotional. She looks around the room, thinking about all the good times she, Gordo, and Miranda used to have hear. No more. There is a small window along one wall in which Lizzie looks out to see the cars passing by. Then Lizzie notices Parker McKenzie walk past the window outside. I hope she doesn't come in here, thinks Lizzie. I don't wanna have to face her right now. But as she passes by, Lizzie also sees someone right behind her. It's Gordo!

"Gordo!", Lizzie screamed out while she jumps up out of her seat. She immediately runs to the front door of shop. When she gets outside, Gordo is nowhere to be found.

"Gordo!," Lizzie called out looking in all directions. "Where'd he go Parker?"

"What are you talking about!?," said Parker, in a rather annoyed voice.

"Where's Gordo?! I just saw him right behind you!", said Lizzie, as if it was obvious.

"How dare you Lizzie McGuire!" said Parker angrily. "I can't believe you would ever make such an awful thing up!"

Miranda comes running outside, forgetting the smoothies she had just bought. "What happened Lizzie?" asked Miranda.

"I saw Gordo walk past the window right behind Parker"

"Okay, first of all, HE'S DEAD!!," cried Parker while noticeably shaking. "But of course you already knew that, SINCE IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

Parker runs off crying with both her hands over her face. Lizzie then begins to feel bad and starts to cry. Miranda hugs Lizzie to comfort her.

"Don't listen to her, it wasn't your fault," said Miranda.

"I saw him, I swear," said Lizzie with tears slowly falling.

"I'm sure you thought you saw him. But you know very well it wasn't really him," said Miranda.

"But... but... yeah, you're probably right. But Parker was right though, it was my fault"