"What do you mean "wasn't suppose to?" asked Wesley sitting up realizing he was in a bed.

"I mean, you aren't suppose to die for a while!" she lectured. "God, couldn't you see that wasn't Jenn?"

"I-I..."

"I-I-I what!" she screamed. "Now thanks to you the hole universe is unbalanced!"

"I-I-I'm Sorry???" he asked unsure if he should apologize or not.

"Look, I can only be here for a while before I return to the half plain."

"The place between heaven and earth right?"

"Bingo book-man. I am only here to tell you this..." she bit her lip as if trying to remember. "Oh screw it, here it is." she said taking out a piece of paper. He read it.

"See the future

Hear its voice

Act upon its wishes

Doubt its trick's

Open your heart

Wish

It resides in you

So believe it

Inch towards your true glory

Never give up on yourself

Yearn for more

O' Shadow

Understand what you are"

"Cordy...that doesn't make any sense."

"Look don't kill me, I'm just the messenger that has to go," she said looking at her watch. She started to fade.

"Cordy wait!" he yelled as she faded back in.

"What?" she said annoyed.

"I love you," he said sincerely. She merely looked at him before hugging him tightly.

"I love you to." and with a tear in her eye she faded away.

All 3 of the "Rugrat Gang" as they were once called, had merely backed away from the dead body and just went their own separate ways.

Emma sneaked into the high school, and entered the library. No one looked at her twice, because she just looked like a regular student. She named more then half of student's seeing the face's of her old friend's yet she did not act when seeing them.

She entered the library, went to the back, and looked at the last case, an abyss in her eyes. She merely pulled out the last tiny book, out of the corner of the case on the very top. It was so thin one could barely even see it. She pulled it, and a small opening was seen. It was a set of stairs. She walked up it like a robot, not saying a word.

The Loft was exactly that, a loft, over the gym. The Gym had a pointed roof, yet the construction worker's put a large piece of wood there so they could do some adjusting to the roof. The loft was about the size of the Gym, except for a little piece all the way to the left, which they had actually closed up. The loft was great because of the large ceiling window's that were on it. She saw the dust covered punching bag, the dust bookcase's filled with demon books, and the dust covered table, chairs, and couch.

When she and the "Rugrats" where little they'd always meet here. She walked into it more; the familiar sent filling her nose. Even after all these year's it still smelt highly of Lemon, because of all the time they would like to clean. Yet cover the ground with water, and soap and slide up and down.

No one knew of this place, except Luke, Emma, Nick, and Wesley. This was there place, this was there's.

"It hurt's doesn't it?" said a voice behind her.

"Lukas..." she sighed. She felt someone come up right behind her, his breath on his neck.

"I know what it's like now...to loose a sibling." he said robotically. She turned around and found herself inch's away from his face, her hand's on his chest.

"Don't," she cried. He looked at her with soft eyes for a second, before they turned to stone. He merely backed away and left Emma to fall onto the floor crying. She lied on the floor, sobbing, crying.

"Why?? WHY!"

Wesley looked around his surrounding's. He was in a meadow of some sort.

"W-where am I?" he said. His surrounding was so surreal. The meadow, blue sky, with puffy white cloud's. The air was warm and inventing. The ground was soft, yet dry. He looked at his clothing. He was wearing a simple white oxford; the top few button's undone. His sleeves rolled up. He then just wore a simple pair of Jean's. He heard water and looked to his left to see a some low cherry blossom tree's, shadowing over a small creek. Standing underneath one of the creeks was a person Wesley never thought he'd see again.

She stood there, wearing a long flowing white sundress. White sandals on her feet. Olive colored skin from probably being out in the sun so much. Her long chestnut brown hair, shiny and silky reaching about mid-back. Her eye's the amazing green color he had and will ever see. She was his first real love, his fiancé', his best friend, and the mother of his child.

Elizabeth Wattson.... he was in heaven.

Wilfred awoke to see another body next to him. He didn't realize who it was at first and then he gasped.

"William Luke?" he murmurs. His little brother looked up at him, tears in his eyes.

"He's dead Mark.... Wesley is dead." Wilfred would of done anything to hold his little brother yet he couldn't because of his hands bound behind his back.

"Matthew" she merely murmured. He merely walked over to her.

"Elizabeth" he merely stated his face only a few niches's away from hers. He did something he hadn't done for a long time. He smiled, a half grin. He picked her up, one hand on her knees the other on her back. She wrapped her hands on his neck. Just locking eyes with him. He brought her out into the middle of the field, and stared at her cupping her cheek.

"Why do I feel like I am in a dream?" whispered Liz.

"Well if it is...don't wake me up." he replied breathlessly before kissing her passionately.

Emma awoke on the couch of the loft; flashback's flooding her mind. She could just see it; she stared at the old dusty punching bag, where she would once stand hours at time trying to make it move. It was more of a thing for Wes, and Mark then her. She used to call it "Big Ben" referring to that giant clock tower in London, where Wes said he was from. Looking back that's all he said about his past.

"Emma you have been up here for an hour punching the bag?" asked Matthew Pryce entering the loft after his emergency conference meeting he had to attend to downstairs'. The little 10 year old looked very frustrated.

"It won't budge Pryce!" she yelled. And then she pouted, and showed him her hands. Matthew gasped as he knelt down.

"Oh Emma..." he whispered as he looked at her currently bleed knuckle's.

"I didn't mean to get blood on the bag." she said showing him the bag, little tiny blood marks could be seen. Matthew Pryce merely held her so tightly; a small sob could be heard coming from him. Till this day, Emma had no clue why he had acted that way. Sure her sister would of been upset, yet he had broken down. She made a mental note to ask him-yet she stopped and realized something. The slayer would never find out, because he was dead. Suddenly everything went black for Emma Elizabeth Wattson.