"Marcie?" Jen knocked loudly on the dorm room door. "Marcie? I know you're in there, come on, you're starting to freak me out now. Marcie?" There was no answer. Jen knocked harder, sighing. "Marcie, open the door."

"Jen," Marcie said, standing behind her. "What are you doing here?"

"You weren't in lit, I got worried." Jen said. "The cops are all over the campus."

"The police?" Marcie said nervously. "Why, what happened?"

Jen shook her head. "They're talking to a lot of students. Madison Kensington... her sister was murdered last night."

"Murdered?" Marcie quivered. "Was it the Music Box Killer?"

"I don't know, but I had to see if they talked to you yet."

"No," Marcie said. "No, I didn't even know Madison's sister."

"I just thought they might have come to talk to you because... of what happened... to you." Marcie's head fell. Tears filled her eyes. "I don't want them to open up wounds."

"They won't," Marcie said. "They can't open them if they never healed."

"Marcie..." Jen said.

"I need to go... hand in my lit paper before I miss the deadline."

"Marcie." Jen tried to stop her. "Marcie!"



Al slowly made his way down the halls of the University, towards the radio station. He had missed it there, his passion. Slowly approaching the door, he read the sign, a bit heart broken that there be any amount of dead air. He pushed his way into the room.

His things lined the walls. Boxes of CDs labeled with THE VOICE OF THE NIGHT and he walked over, beginning to go through them.

"What are you doing in here?" Marcie stood in the doorway. She quickly stepped towards him. "Don't touch those."

"Marcie," Al said. He could see the pain in her eyes. It was unresolved.

"That's not yours." Marcie said, taking the CD from his hand.

"I... I know." Al said. "I'm sorry. I'm..."

"Michael McBain," Marcie began to sort through the boxes pointlessly. "I remember you. I don't know why you're going through Al's things." She spoke as if he had corrupted his memory.

"I... was just... waiting for you."

"Waiting for me. How did you know I would be here?"

"I guess I just got this feeling. I was... drawn here." Marcie laughed a bit. Al smiled, biting his bottom lip. "Marcie..."

"I'm in a hurry," Marcie quickly turned.

"Marcie," Al said. "I thought maybe..." Marcie faced him. "Do you want to get some lunch?"

"You don't waste any time, do you?" Marcie asked. Al shrugged. "I'm not interested."

"How about coffee? A cup of coffee?"

"I'm not interested, Michael. I don't want to have anything to do with you."

"But..."

"Marcie Walsh?" John McBain poked his head into the room. Marcie turned to face him. "I'm John McBain." He looked over at Al. "Michael."

"John," Al said. He kept the thought in the back of his head not to let himself explode on John.

"Marcie," John said. "I need to ask you a few questions..."

"About Madison's sister?" John nodded. "I really didn't know her too well, but I guess so."

John opened the door. "Don't go anywhere," he said to Al. "They're gonna want to talk to you next."

"I already told you..." AL began

"Easy, baby." he heard Luna's voice. "He's just doing his job."

"Fine," Al said to John. "I'm not going anywhere." John led Marcie out of the room. Al fell back onto a seat. "Alright, Luna!" he said. "What's going on here?"

"You're not doing too hot, sugar," Luna said.

"I'm trying," Al said. "The timing of this whole thing kinda stinks." He paused. "It doesn't help that the McBain brothers aren't on the best terms."

"Well you're gonna fix that, darlin'," Luna said.

"What about Marcie?" Al said beginning to pace the room. "She doesn't even want to look at me... at Michael... Oh I don't know."

"Don't get all discouraged. There's an order of operation so to speak."

"An order of operation?" Al said. "Me dying was a mistake and now I have to go through an order of operation'?"

"Well they can't just resurrect you, sugar."

"Course not. I'm six feet under in Argentina." Al ran his fingers through his hair. "Can you just tell me, Luna... if they can't resurrect me... why am I here right now? Why did I get the chance to make Marcie see' me if she'll never really see me' again?" Al paused. "There were so many things I had planned and... they all had to do with Marcie. I was going to marry her, Luna. I was going to marry Marcie and we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. Why am I here now if I'm never going to have that?"

"You wanted this, darlin'..."

"I want my life back," Al said. "My life. Not Michael McBain's. This guy makes me cringe. How is Marcie supposed to see me in him? How is anyone supposed to see me in him? This is hopeless."

"It hasn't even been a day yet, sugar." Luna said. "Give it some time." Al sighed, seemingly defeated. "Al... give it some time. Ya might surprise yourself." Al simply looked at her. "Would I lie to you, darlin'? Just put one foot in front of the other. Ya never know what could happen."