Across town at the exact moment Kincaid died in his bedroom, Kristen sat up in her own bed drinking a cola and smoking a cigarette. She had been staying up for the past two nights…somehow everything she had learned a year ago came back to her. Blasting loud music, cutting herself, slapping her face, coffee, soda, even a cool breeze from her window that over looked her front lawn would help.

She knew maybe she was being silly and just plain scared, maybe in a strange way she didn't want it to be over since there was a risk of loosing the two people that meant the most to her after what had happened.

But she just had this feeling she couldn't shake.

Getting up to smoke by her window she sighed, never feeling so alone in her life.

She wished Nancy was still alive.

In a way she thought maybe she should get to bed and stop acting so nervous, but these feelings were the ones that started this in the first place. Also she feared that maybe even for a moment if she got scared she might bring the others in her dream…and that was the last thing she wanted.

Smiling a little to herself, just three hours ago she had gotten off the phone with Rick she tried to focus on something positive.

Summer was only in another month, then she would be a senior. Rick and her planned on maybe going camping if her mother allowed it during the 4th, and then just kicking back and relaxing before her mother started to pressure her about collages in New York.

But the feeling wouldn't go away…why did she feel so scared, and why did she now at this very moment feel part of her was gone.

A few minutes later when she went to splash some cold water on her face, Joey in his house a few blocks away was nodding off to his TV and listening to his stereo.

It had been an eventful day. After baseball practice he went home and his mother forced him to put ice on his eye. The swelling had gone down and after having some dinner he crashed in his room, now reading the latest issue of Rolling Stone before getting some shut eye.

He laid there, with the images of his TV flashing out in colors in the darkness of his room as he started to think about Alice.

He seemed more the type that was into the models that covered his bedroom walls. Blond and perfect. But thinking back those types were the ones that got him in trouble.

He had noticed her and even if everyone said since things had changed over this year he had broken out of his shell for good. Part of the old Joey still wanted to stay silent and sit in the shadows.

He smiled to himself, thinking about those bright green eyes she had, and that smile whenever he made her laugh. Maybe he was being a little too forward, but he had never really had a real girlfriend before…maybe that was yet another step in becoming what Kincaid kept calling "normal"

Kristen had done it.

But then again he knew how Rick felt about him.

Maybe he would stop by the dinner later on tomorrow, see if she had any plans for that night.

He smiled and tried to keep watching TV when his head started to nod and his eyelids felt like stones.

He blinked and then felt his water bed began to move. Startled he sat up a little as his bed started to rock back and forth like crazy.

Throwing his headphones off he sat back and pulled back the sheets.

Much to his surprise he saw Alice in his water bed.

She was naked and floating around underneath the clear plastic, pressing her perfect body against it. Joey smiled, sure he had some pretty good dreams before, but never ones with her in them.

Her long red hair floated around like an angel under the water as she smiled back up at him, mouthing his name. Joey laughed trying to press his hands down as far as they would go on the plastic just to touch him. All ready he felt himself getting excited as he gazed at her breasts.

She smiled pressing her palms against the plastic when…

A voice came…

"Joey…"

It was faint at first and then got louder…just then the image of Alice started to fade away and for a split second Joey thought he saw under the blurry water red and green.

"JOEY!"

The voice snapped him awake from by far the best dream he had ever had. His heart racing he bolted up and saw his mother standing there with the laundry basket and her eyebrow raised.

"Joey!"

Joey lowered his headphones and looked up at her, still a little unsure if he was awake or not.

"It's time to get up…"

She turned around snapping off his TV.

"I wish you would turn this crap off…God look at this mess."

She started to pick up T-shirts off the ground, Joey just looked at her, shocked and almost pissed off to wake her from such a great dream. Images of Alice kept flashing back through his head.

Joey's mother looked up at him disgusted.

"Your gonna be late."

She clicked her tongue rolling her eyes and mumbling about "Oh Jesus." And walked out of the room. Joey looked and saw he had a full blown hard on through his PJ pants, and his mother had seen it.

Embarrassed he pulled his covers up to hide his lower half and rubbed his face looking at the clock.

He wished to God his mother hadn't of woken him up…those kinds of dreams he would die for.