A/N: hey everyone! sorry i haven't updated this story in forever. i've just been busy with other things - i had a funeral to go to today (my neighbor's wife died unexpectedly while out with friends), so i spent a few minutes over at their place.

A/N 2: this next week, i have family visiting from out of town, so i probably won't get to update as much as i would like. i haven't abandoned these stories, so no worries.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
(chapter title - Seasons of Love B)

Meanwhile up in heaven, four figures watched their loved ones sleep. Mark and Mimi watched Sara and Roger sleep while both Angel and Collins watched Christopher sleep.

All of a sudden, Collins and Mark started singing softly.

"Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure-- measure a year?"

"In diapers - report cards
In spoke wheels - In speeding tickets
In contracts - dollars
In funerals - In births
In - five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes--
How do you figure-
A last year on earth?" Angel and Mimi sang.

"Figure in love
Figure in love
Figure in love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love." the four of them sang. They smiled at one another and then focused their attention back on their families.

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Hannah was sitting in her room at her parent's house, desperately wanting to get out. Her parents had locked her in her room for being at the riot when they had told her not to go in the first place.

Now I know how Cinderella felt when her evil stepmother locked her in her room Hannah thought miserably to herself. She then heard a stone being thrown at her window.

"Hannah!" Christopher's voice called from below her window. Hannah shook her head and walked out to her balcony, pulling her zip-up pink sweater closer to her.

"Christopher! What the hell are you doing here?" Hannah hissed as Christopher started to climb the stairs to the balcony.

"I'm coming to save you. You're my Damsel in Distress." Christopher told her, smiling. Hannah rolled her eyes. She looked down at him and couldn't resist the look on his face.

"Well, if you're Prince Charming, where's your noble steed?" Hannah inquired.

"Um, he's lame right now." Christopher told her.

"Riiight." Hannah said, her tone unbelieving. Christopher rolled his eyes and climbed the last stairs leading up to the balcony. Once he reached it, he climbed over and kissed Hannah firmly. Hannah wrapped her arms around Christopher's neck and kissed him back. She felt his tongue slide down her throat, nearly making her gag.

She led him to her room and slipped her hands under his shirt. She lifted it off of his head and threw it on the floor. Christopher unzipped Hannah's sweater and removed the shirt on that she had underneath it and threw those on the floor.

"HANNAH!" Benny's voice called up the stairs. Shit Hannah thought - putting her shirt and sweater back on, shooing Christopher out in the process. He climbed down the balcony as Benny entered the room.

"Hey dad." Hannah greeted him as she picked up a book.

"Don't 'hey dad' me. Where the hell is he?" Benny asked, his tone angry.

"Where's who, dad?" Hannah inquired. She could hear her heart beating in her ears.

"You know who I mean." Benny told her sternly. Hannah looked down at the ground as Benny entered her room. I know what he's looking for and he sure as hell isn't gonna find it in here Hannah thought to herself. As quickly as he came, Benny left the room and locked the door behind him.

Hannah packed a green backpack and filled it with her clothes. After she did that, she wrote a note to her parents so that they wouldn't worry. Quietly opening her bedroom window, she climbed down the ivy. A short while later, she was on the ground. She ran the four and a half miles to the loft where she knew Christopher would be waiting for her.

A/N 3: don't own the lyrics to Seasons of Love B. belongs to respected owner. 'nuff said.