"Dylan honey! Come out!" Mrs. Michaelchuk called to her son. He had holed himself into his room since he had returned from hanging with his friends.

"Come on Dyl! You've been in there for hours!" Paige banged on his door with her fist.

"Leave me alone!" Dylan threw the covers over his head like a child.

"I got this mom." Paige whispered. "Come on Dylan. Even after I lost my trial against Dean," she stressed Dean, "I went out."

"Paige!" Her mother scolded her. Everyone knew that was a very sensitive subject with Dylan since he felt it was his fault.

"It'll work." Paige whispered again.

Rose gave her an "it better work" look.

"Don't even try that with me!"

"Oh come on! I went out. Granted, I totaled two cars, neither of which were mine-" A light seemed to click in Paige's head. "That's it! You can total Marco's car with mine. Consider the damages covered." Paige was joking, but Dylan didn't find it funny.

"Marco is dead to me!!"

Paige finally snapped. "Ya know what Dylan? Fine! You wanna through away the one person who makes you happiest in life? Fine! You just wanna let him rot in the hospital? Fine!!!" Paige kicked his door and ran out to her car. While she sped off, Dylan thought about what she said.

"I can't believe I let Paige talk me into this." Dylan mumbled to himself as he walked into the hospital. "Hello?" He walked up to the front desk. "I'm looking for a Marco Del Rossi."

"I'm sorry son. You just missed him. His mother checked him out about fifteen minutes ago."

"But that's impossible!" Dylan looked at the woman incredulously. "She practically disowned him last night!"

"Hon, I don't know what you're talking about. All I know is that a Mrs. Rosina Del Rossi came in and took her son home."

Dylan was so confused. Suddenly, his temples starting throbbing in pain. He quickly put his hands to his head.

"Son?" The woman's frustration turned to concern. "Are you okay?" She put a hand on his shoulder.

"Fine." Dylan sucked it up and smiled.

"You sure you don't need a doctor, child? You're at the right place for one."

"No." Dylan pretended to grin at the lady's joke. "I'm sure."

"Okay." The receptionist went back to her work.

Dylan walked out to his car and slowly eased himself in. The pain was still there, but not as bad. He figured he was fine to drive home.

Just as Dylan was about to turn a corner, the sun appeared from behind a cloud. "Crap!" The pain that he was already feeling mixed with the glare in his sensitive eyes. He squinted his eyes and tried to keep driving.

As fast as the pain had first come on, it abruptly became twice as excruciating. Dylan screamed and threw his hands to his head, releasing the steering wheel.

The last thing he heard was the sickening screech of metal on metal.

Since I tortured you on Ch. 4, I'll let you know now that Dylan does NOT die.