It was the next day, after school. Will had not spoken to Charlie since that day in the park, and not for the first time, he wondered who Dom was. He then remembered what Charlie had said. On stormy nights she remembered something. Was it Dom? Her dead Dom?

"Carrie!" Will shouted out, seeing Charlie's sister, "Carrie! Over here!"

Carrie turned and smiled at Will, walking over to talk with him.

"Carrie, who was Dom?"

Carrie seemed not to reply "Charlie's old boyfriend,"

"How did he die?" Will asked, and right after he noticed Carrie wincing.

"It's a long story. Charlie would kill me for telling you,"

Will bit his lip. He wouldn't want to do something Charlie didn't want him to do. He made up his mind and just asked "Charlie called me Dom after she fell on the ground, screaming something about smoke,"

"Smoke," Carrie's voice was a whisper "She's horribly afraid of it. Smoke and Fire,"

"But why?" William asked.

Carrie shook her head "Never mind,"

Will sighed "Then at least tell me why she called me Dom?"

"You look so much like Dom. My guess is that Charlie was having a flashback, and when she woke up, she thought she saw Dom in front of her,"

"But why would she have a flashback?" Will asked, perplexed "And a flashback to what?"

"Perhaps a memory of Dominic, if you look like him so much,"

"So is it Dom's fault or mine she hates me?" William asked, fingers absentmindedly twitching.

"Shame on you, Will!"

"Shame on me for what?" He stared at Carrie.

"For insulting as dead man's name, challenging their honour. Putting the blame on them," Carrie fumed.

"Sorry," Will muttered, staring at the ground.

Carrie seemed to relax. "It's alright Will. Just don't do it again,"

"How did Dominic die?"

"None of your business, Will," Carrie said.

"It's my business if I look like him! Now damn tell me how he died!"

"I promised Charlie I wouldn't"

Will sighed "What kind of flashbacks does Charlie have?"

"Dom's death,"

"Just tell me," Will asked again, "What killed him?"

"No one knows for certain," Carrie answered sitting down on a park bench.

"Was he in a vehicle?"

"Yes, he was in his car," Carrie responded, sighing.

"So it was a car accident?"

"No,"

"What do you mean? He was in his car when he died, but it wasn't a car accident?" Will stormed around, "What was it then?"

"No one knows for certain except Charlie,"

The two turned to face one another "Charlie?"

Awhile later, Will was sitting on the park bench alone, eating a sandwich from Subway. He was thinking to himself, occasionally talking aloud.

"Charlie hates me. How can I ask her? She'll probably laugh in my face. No, she'll probably just leave, all sad. I would be making her feel bad.

Finally, Will made up his mind.

"I won't ask her. It's her business, if she thinks I look like Dom. I can find other friends,"