Tim opened his car door and sat down, resting his head against the head rest. He put his key in the ignition and tried starting the engine.

"Come on." he muttered. He tried the engine again and it gave a small whine, then died. "Dammit!"

Tim jumped out of his car and slammed the door. He locked it from the keypad and started walking.

"Speed!"

He turned and saw Eric standing by his SUV.

"Where you going?"

"Walking home." Tim replied.

"Why?"

"My car broke down."

"You want a ride?" Eric offered. Tim shook his head and started walking again. "Man, we're all upset about this!"

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Tim was about a block away from his house when he heard someone talking... talking to him.

"You seem upset."

Tim turned and saw an middle-aged lady sitting on her porch.

"I'm fine." he lied and started walking again.

"Do you want to talk?"

"I don't even know you but thanks anyway."

"It's about Calleigh."

"What the hell do you know about Calleigh?" Tim asked, leaning against the lady's fence.

"You want something to drink?"

"I could be a serial killer and you're inviting me into your home."

"I could be a serial killer and yet you're trusting me." the older woman said. "Come on in Tim."

Did Tim tell her his name? He couldn't remember but he opened the fence and walked up to the porch. He sat down across from the woman and stared at her, trying to find some way to remember if he knew her.

"We don't know each other."

"Are you a mind reader?" Tim asked jokingly but the woman just smiled. "Or you saw everything on the news."

"Possibly. I'm Margaret."

"Well you know my name."

"Yes I do." Margaret nodded. "So tell me what's wrong."

Tim stared at the woman before him. Who did she think she was? Perhaps she had seen the tragic story on the news and knew he wanted someone to talk to. For some reason Tim found it easy to spill everything to her.

"Well... my wife died and my car broke down so I walked forty-five minutes to get home instead of getting a ride from my best friend because I'm a stubborn jackass. Oh yeah and I found out that my wife was pregnant. Now I'm talking to you."

"You feel responsible about Calleigh."

"Yeah. I should've done something, pushed her out of the way, jumped in front of her, anything." Tim said.

"Everything will be fine."

"You don't understand Margaret. Without Calleigh, I don't have anything. She was my whole life. Everything won't be find no matter how many times people say it will."

She nodded and stared at Tim.

"Well what do you want?"

"I want my wife back."

"Then everything will be fine."

"Are you deaf? She's dead! She's not coming back!" Tim exclaimed.

"If you think that then it will stay that way. If you want her back..."

Tim shook his head, sick of the older woman's blabbering. He walked off the porch and again, started for his house.

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Tim tossed his keys onto the table by the door and looked around the darkened house. He couldn't stay here. Everywhere he looked, he saw Calleigh. He saw her standing in the kitchen, yelling at him to stop peeking over her shoulder at whatever she was making. He saw them lying on the couch together. A thousand memories rushed at him. Tim started for the door but he was so tired. He didn't want to leave the one place he felt safe either. Tim dragged himself upstairs and fell face down on his bed, hoping the next few days would not come.

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A/N: I know that chapter was kinda short but the next one will be longer. I have no idea where this story came from. I have writer's block with Everyone has a Past and am trying to complete Maybe it is an Act before my writer's block hits that story as well. This popped into my head and I knew I had to write it down quickly before it disappeared. Lol please review, it will help me keep my ideas to keep flowing.