The rest of the day Lizzie was really quiet. Her situation seems to much for her to handle. She sits on the couch thinking things through with her necklace in her hand. Her heads starts to hurt and she could really clear her mind. Lizzie decides to watch some tv.

"What's wrong with this tv?" mutters Lizzie to herself as she changes the channels. For some reason the tv reception was really bad. She eventually comes across a Dodgers - Giants baseball game.

"Gordo would have liked to see this game," said Lizzie.

The game had just begun and was in the first inning. Even though Lizzie really wasn't a baseball fan, she left it on. It seemed to help clear her mind. Unfortunately, her head was still hurting and she was feeling pretty tired. From a distance she can hear her mothers voice talking to somebody. She can't really make out what is being said, but right now she really doesn't care. Jo eventually approaches Lizzie and sits next to her on the couch.

"Hi Lizzie," said Jo softly.

"Hi mom," said Lizzie.

"I brought your favorite book, 'The Orchids and Gumbo Poker Club'. I thought you'd like it if I read it to you."

"Sure," said Lizzie apathetically.

Jo turns off the tv so that she could read in peace. Jo opens up book and starts reading as Lizzie lays herself on the couch. Lizzie really did like that book a lot, and having her mother read it might just help her relax. Slowly, Jo's voice starts fading quieter and quieter as Lizzie gets drowsy.

Some time later, Lizzie finds herself alone on the couch. I must have fallen asleep during the story, thought Lizzie. Her headache was gone now. It was dark out and Lizzie heads to her room to go to bed. Right before Lizzie opens her bedroom door, she hears a familiar sound. The sound of a khaki sack being kicked around. Her heart jumps as she quickly opens the door.

"Gordo!" exclaimed Lizzie as ran to him and gives him a huge hug and kiss.

"Gee," responds Gordo. "It's nice to see you too."

"I knew it was really you I was seeing all those times! And in my dreams!" said Lizzie excitedly. "And now here you are. In my room!" The two continue to hold each other for a moment. "Come on, I want everyone to see that you are here!"

Lizzie grabs Gordo by the arm and pulls him out through the door. Just as they exit the room, they run into Lanny, who has quite a curious expression on his face.

"Oh my God, Lanny." said Lizzie surprised to see him there. "What are you doing here?"

"Matt asked me to sleep over," answered Lanny innocently. Lizzie was again surprised to hear him talk.

"Okay, normally I would think it of it a really big deal to finally hear you talking," said Lizzie quickly. "But look, Gordo's back!"

"Umm, okay," said Lanny puzzled as he looked over to Gordo.

"What, don't you even care?!" asked Lizzie in amazement.

"Him being in your room in the middle of the night is really none of my business." replied Lanny simply.

"Oh my God!" shouted Lizzie. "What is wrong with you!"

Sam, Jo, and Matt immediately come out of their rooms after hearing all of the ruckus.

"Lizzie what is going on here!?" asked Sam as he came out of the room. Both Sam and Jo paused for a second after seeing Gordo.

"Gordo, what are you doing here," said Jo in a half angry, half puzzled sort of way.

"And it better be a damn good reason too," added Sam, much more furious and direct.

"What?!" exclaimed Lizzie as she started to panic. "You guys act like Gordo never died!"

"Uh.. Lizzie," said Gordo. "Look at me. I never died."

"Yes you did!" spat Lizzie as she starts to shake visibly. "We-we went out driving and I crashed the car!"

"So what you're saying is that Gordo died and it was all your fault?" questioned Jo.

"Yes... I mean no.. I mean.."

"You killed me Lizzie?" interrupted Gordo. "How could you?"

"I didn't mean to.."

"Murderer," said Sam.

"No! It was an accident!"

"Murderer!" said Lanny.

"Gordo! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" cried Lizzie.

Gordo looks calmly at Lizzie. "You will never see me again."

"Noooooo!!!!" shouts Lizzie as she lifts herself up from the couch. She was suddenly alone back on the couch where she had taken a nap. Tears were now running steadily down from her cheek. Lizzie was very frightened and confused. What were once great dreams have now turned into nightmares. The room was dark, except for a small gnome lamp that was dimly lit. Lizzie cried there for awhile before noticing that she didn't have her necklace. She glanced around the couch, but there was no sign of it. She searched in between the cushions and on the floor, but still nothing. It really starts to bother Lizzie, so she got up to turn on the room light. As she heads for the light switch though, she hears very faint laughter.

"What was that?" said Lizzie quickly, completely startled by it. Lizzie looks around but sees nothing. She was just about to turn the switch, when she hears the laughter again.

"Matt? Is that you?" No answer. Lizzie finally turns on the light switch, which illuminates the entire room. She looks around for a second from that spot, but sees nothing. As she was about to take her first step, she hears a small 'thump' from behind the couch. Lizzie slowly walks over to see what it was.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" screamed Lizzie in absolute fright. She had seen live gnome playing with her necklace. Lizzie runs as fast as she can upstairs, screaming the entire way. She runs to her parents room, only to find it filled with many more gnomes. Like a bolt of lighting, her head starts to hurt greatly. She runs out of that room and locks herself in the bathroom. She then hears a loud crack, followed by what seems to be a large crowd shouting in the distance.

"I can't take this anymore!!" cried Lizzie. She spots the bottle of sleeping pills and decides to take them all at once to end it all. "I'll be with you soon Gordo!"

"Lizzie," called out Gordo's voice. Lizzie looks up and saw his face in the mirror. "Lizzie wake up."

"Gordo! Help me!!"

"Lizzie you have to wake up," insisted Gordo again.

"I don't even know what that means anymore!"

Lizzie quickly swallows the pills, and the room slowly starts to fade away.