She slid into his bed, barely disturbing the covers, and curled her body against his. He wrapped his arms around the soft body in his bed and opened his eyes to a vision. Her long blonde hair was flowing down her shoulders and spilling onto his bare chest. The silky strands glistening in the moonlight, as her head rested on his shoulder. Heaving a contented sigh, she looked up at him with loving eyes.

"Trouble sleeping, General?" she teased. He just pulled her closer, basking in the warmth of her skin against his.

"How did you get here?" her whispered "Why did you come back?"

"That's a silly question. I love you. I miss being with you, Lucas."

"Oh, God, I miss you so much, Sami. I never got to tell you how much I love you, but you're going to stay this time, right? You won't leave me, again?"

Instead of answering, she disentangled herself from his arms and lightly kissed his lips. He moved to pull her closer to deepen the kiss, but she began to fade from his arms until there was nothing there.

Lucas's eyes flew open. Every night, every single night he'd dream about her. She'd be back in his arms and he'd feel that perfect calm that came with it. Then she would disappear again and he'd be left with nothing but disappointment. During the day he could get by okay. He'd go through with his routine; work, spend time with Will, visit with whatever family member "just decided to stop by" that day. It was the nights that were so hard.

Will would pretend during the day that he was okay. He'd hang out with his friends that hadn't gone to camp. He'd even taken to writing Abby letters at her camp. Lucas figured they understood what the other was going through. Will acted normal, incredibly sad, but normal. That is until during the night he would call out "mommy" in his sleep. The way Will sounded so much like a little boy combined with his own dreams were starting to take its toll.

His son was convinced that something wasn't right with his mother's death. Will didn't believe for a second that his own mother would put him through this pain purposely. Lucas agreed with him whole-heartedly; Sami would never kill herself, but there was the note to take into consideration. Something was off about that note, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Frustrated, he threw the covers back and got out of bed, going over to the desk. After the police had finished their short investigation they had given it back. He had gone over the so-called 'suicide note' what felt like a thousand times, but nothing ever changed. Sitting at his desk, he smoothed the sheet of paper again.

I don't know what to do now. My parents are dead, my whole family is dead. Eric is refusing to come home and the family I do have here barely acknowledges the fact that I exist. I feel empty, like there is nothing left. It's just time to end the pain. Tell my baby I love him. I know Will needs me, but maybe everyone is right. Maybe he is better off without a mother like me. If you're reading this Lucas, try to help him understand that it's not his fault. I just feel like there is no other way out.

It sounded like something Sami might say when she was depressed, but not. She barely mentioned her siblings and didn't blame anyone. There was no angry rant against John or his mother. She didn't say anything about him. Another piece of paper on the desk caught his eye; he pulled it closer and looked it over. Examining it closer, it was as if a light bulb went off in his head. The handwriting!

At a quick glance it could pass for Sami's. In fact, if nothing was around for comparison, it was almost impossible to tell the difference. When put side by side, the 'g's and 'y's weren't looped the same way and it look like someone almost put the wrong type of 'a' once. The suicide note was nothing more than a forgery!

If you're wondering what I meant by the wrong type of 'a', I figure sami's probably the type to make her 'a's the way the computer does with the little cap. I wonder if that made sense to anyone besides me.

Anyway, Lucas has figured it out now, which means things are about to get good so stay tuned.