"...Let me get this straight," said Miranda as she and Lizzie are walking on the sidewalk on their way to Gordo's house, "you want me to go into Gordo's room and find a necklace you claim he bought you for your birthday."

"That's right," confirmed Lizzie. "That would prove I'm not crazy and Gordo really is trying to contacting me."

"Um...Okay, but are you sure he didn't tell you about the gift before he died?" asked Miranda skeptically

"Of course I'm sure!" spat Lizzie. "Why would he tell me what he bought me for my birthday if he wanted it to be a surprise?"

"That makes sense," said Miranda as the girls reach Gordo's house.

"Now, go ahead and search for that necklace," ordered Lizzie as she points to the front door.

"Why don't you wanna go?" asked Miranda with one hand on her hip.

"I can't face Gordo's mom," said Lizzie with a frightened tone of voice. "She probably hates me. Who knows what she'll say to me."

"I'm sure she doesn't hate you," said Miranda reassuringly.

"Still, I think it's best that you go alone. I'll wait for you out here behind this bush," said Lizzie while pointing to a row of bushes that separates the Gordon house and the neighbors.

"What should I say?" asked Miranda.

"I don't know. Just say you let Gordo borrow or book or something and you need it back. Then search his closet for my necklace," said Lizzie.

"Okay," said Miranda with worried look on her face.

Lizzie hides behind the bushes and watches Miranda knock on the door. Miranda takes one look back while before she eventually gets let in by Gordo's mother, Roberta. Lizzie patiently waits in the bushes, but once a few minutes start to pass, she starts getting a little anxious. Fifteen minutes pass and still no sign of any activity. Lizzie stares dilengently through Gordo's bedroom window to see if she could see Miranda. She soon sees a pair of shadows walking around Gordo's room. Finally, thinks Lizzie. She sees Miranda walk up to the window, before backing off again. As Lizzie keeps on eye on the window, she sees the other shadow come into view. It's Gordo again. Lizzie freaks out at the sight of him and immediately runs towards to the house. She dashes through the front door and runs upstairs to Gordo's room.

"Gordo!" yelled out Lizzie as she enters the room. But as she enters she only finds Miranda by herself looking through Gordo's stuff.

"Lizzie, what's wrong?" said Miranda standing up from off the ground.

"No, no, no, no, no!" said Lizzie frustrated. "I saw him here!"

"Sorry Lizzie," said Miranda. "I has here alone the whole time."

Lizzie sits down on the floor and closes her eyes and shakes her head.

"Are you okay?" asked Miranda. Lizzie doesn't answer immediately.

"Did you find the necklace?" asked Lizzie with her head down.

"I looked all over the closet as well the rest of his room," said Miranda softly. "It's not here."

Tears slowly fall down Lizzie's face, but she doesn't make a noise. She rubs her head for awhile before composing herself.

"Okay," said Lizzie painfully. "Let's go."

As the girls walk down the stairs, Mrs. Gordon notices Lizzie.

"Lizzie?" called out Mrs. Gordon. Lizzie acknowledges Mrs. Gordon, but continues to head toward the door.

"Lizzie, could I please speak to you?" asked Mrs. Gordon politely. Lizzie feels pretty nervous over what Mrs. Gordon might say to her, but she stops and goes over to her in the living room. The three sit down on the couch.

"I've talked to your mother," said Mrs. Gordon. "She tells me that you have taken David's death extremely hard."

Lizzie nods.

"She has also told me that you blame yourself for my son's death," continued Mrs. Gordon. " I just want you to know that I don't blame you for what happened. It was an unfortunate accident."

"Accident," whispered Lizzie very softly under her breath. Accident. That word keeps repeating in her head. She tries to recall what exactly occurred.

"What exactly happened that day?" asked Lizzie.

"You don't remember?" questioned Mrs. Gordon.

" Well, I remember driving along.... we were headed towards an intersection," recalled Lizzie. "Then there was a crash. But I can't remember anything after that."

"You know, sometimes when people experience traumatic events, like you did, their memories get suppressed," explained Mrs. Gordon. "That's probably why you can't remember."

"Yeah," said Lizzie softly. She knew Mrs. Gordon was a psychologist, so she knew what she was talking about. Lizzie expected Mrs. Gordon to continue, but she remained silent. "We'd better get going," said Lizzie suddenly. She and Miranda get up and head to the door.

"Lizzie," called Mrs. Gordon. "Before you go, I have something for you." Mrs. Gordon opens up a drawer and pulls out a small box wrapped in paper. "Gordo bought this for you for your birthday."

Lizzie and Miranda both look at each other in shock.

"Th-thanks Mrs. Gordon," said Lizzie. Mrs. Gordon hands the box to Lizzie.

Lizzie and Miranda walk out quickly and don't stop nor talk until they reach the corner.

"Open it, open it!" said Miranda unpatiently.

Both girls gasp as Lizzie pulls out the necklace from the box.

"Oh... my... God!!" exclaimed Miranda. "Your were right! What are you going to do?"

"I don't know," said Lizzie emotionally. "I don't know."