A/N: Okay, seriously, this might be bad. While I was writing it I seemed to forget that in fact there is not a video camera inside my head recording all the awesome thoughts that I have, and therefore there's no way this sounds as awesome as it did in my head. But I gave it a shot. Sorry it's so short. chapter 5 follows soon.

Dedication: Yeah, it only just crossed my mind to dedicate this. But I'm dedicating it to my best friend Jecca, who really has more faith in my writing than I do, and who swears that it's the best, even when I think it's not.

Billy felt numb all over. There was a pressure in his head and he could feel his own pulse, hear his own heart beating. He wasn't sure if his eyes were open or closed, and he seemed to be floating. The air around him was thick but cold, and though he turned his head from side to side, the darkness never ceased. Just as he was teetering on the edge of panic, he blinked, and saw a strange image which seemed to grow larger until he could make out certain objects. It was like a television in his mind.

That's when it started, with a bright flash and a gust of wind, and he felt a hand close over his own but when he looked down he saw nothing, quite literally. His breath catching, he tried to focus on the images which danced across his sub-concious. the images confused him, though he recognized faces. A young, red-headed woman, a young dark haired man. The images passed quicker and the man and woman changed, in different ways. And the images kept going; slow dancing, baseball lesson and lots and lots of driving. Stolen glances across crowded as well as empty rooms, gentle smiles, a quick brush of hands, silent swooning on the couch, intentionally lingering hands, emotional embrace, a bright light, then empty dark again.

Billy felt a knot in his chest as he helplessly watched on. That smiling red-head and a tiny baby boy, both in the arms of that smiling dark haired man, a kiss. Then he was gone. Billy saw the red head, overcome wtih tears, though he couldn't tell if she was happy or sad. The images went so fast. He never even saw the dark haired man and the red head reunite by the road side. He zipped past it, to that dark hotel room on a rainy night. Then from there to a hospital, another baby, this time a girl. More smiles, more tears. Then he saw himself being carried in from the storm, convulsing helplessly in the arms of the red head who was crying for him. His mother? No, his mother was dead.

Then his eyes snapped open and he heard a strangled sob escape his throat and he felt two arms around him, rocking him gently. And though he wasn't sure why, all he could do was cry.