Christine's Pov

I slowly opened my eyes as my alarm screeched, reaching out my hand to shut it off because it was annoying me, as my door opened up. I didn't even get to look at who it was as they jumped on my bed, though considering the fact that it didn't feel like a full-grown human, I had a feeling I knew exactly who it was.

"Wake up!" They shouted and I looked to see my brother bouncing on the end of my bed, seeming very happy with himself.

"Hank, what are you doing?" I asked him as I sat up.

"Waking you up, obviously." He said simply and I rolled my eyes.

"I have a very annoying alarm clock for that, if it wasn't obvious by the sound that was going off as you came in." I said and he smirked.

"But this is a lot more fun Christine." He said and I just shook my head as I got out of bed.

"Shoo so I can get dressed then, or do you want me to chase you?" I said and he smirked as he got off my bed and left my room, shutting my door rather loudly behind him.

I rolled my eyes as I ran a hand through my hair, though I was admittedly smiling, and I went over to my wardrobe. I grabbed out a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved white t-shirt, and once I got out of my pjs, I pulled them on, before going and brushing my hair out. I placed in a headband and headed to the kitchen, where Hank was already eating a bowl of cereal, and Mom and Dad were drinking coffee.

"Morning Mom, morning Dad." I said as I entered the kitchen, heading over to grab a bowl out of the cupboard.

"Morning Christine, you're up earlier than usual. Normally it takes two alarms for you to get out of bed." Mom said and I looked at Hank.

"That's because I was woken up by the human alarm clock called my brother at the same time as the screeching one." I said as I sat beside him, grabbing the box of cereal. All Hank did was smile.

"That's my boy." Dad said and I looked at him, which he just shrugged at, before placing a cup of coffee in front of me. "Here you go."

"Thanks Dad." I said as I poured myself a bowl of cereal. I looked to the side to see Mom was reading something on her tablet, but when I realized that it was something probably scientific, I choose not to ask what she was reading. Instead, I looked back at Dad. "So, you and Mom have any cases you have to work on?"

"No, for once things seem quiet. We haven't had a case in two weeks." Dad said and of course, that's when his phone started to ring.

"You just jinxed yourself Dad." I said.

"Christine, there is no such thing as jinx's, and statistically, that could be any number of people calling Booth." Mom said and I looked at her.

"You don't know that there's no such thing as a jinx. Also, I bet you right now that because things seem quiet, you guys are about to deal with a murder case." I said, as I was sure that was exactly what it was going to be.

"Booth." Dad said as he answered the phone. "Where? Alright, text me the address." He said and I smiled a little as he hung up the phone, before looking at Mom. "Christine's right, we have a dead body."

"Told you." I said, as I was just used to people randomly calling my parents about dead bodies.

"That doesn't mean it's a murder case." Mom said.

"Nope, but it most likely will be one anyway." I said, as more times than not they were murder cases.

"She's probably right Bones." Dad said and I was tempted to make a bet with him, but since he had a gambling problem, I decided against that, even though I doubted it'd be an issue. "Anyway, I'll have to drop you off at school early kiddo." Dad said to Hank.

"I'll just drive him Dad." I said, since his school wasn't that far from mine.

"No thanks, I wanna live to see high school." Hank said, though I knew he was half-joking. He loved picking on my driving.

"You can always walk to school." I said bluntly, though I did it with a sweet smile.

"Christine can drive me to school." Hank said quickly and I just rolled my eyes while Dad chuckled.

"Thanks Christine, you make our jobs a lot easier." Dad said and I shrugged.

"It's fine Dad. I'm his big sister, it's my job." I said, as no matter how nuts my little brother could drive me at times, he was still my little brother. "Now don't you two have a body to go see."

"Yes, I better get ready." Mom said, getting up off her stool. "I know you'll do well on your test today Christine." Of course she remembered my test.

"Thanks Mom." I said, before I went back to eating my breakfast. I'd have to leave earlier since I had to take Hank to school before going to school myself.

I sat there eating while I listened to my Mom and Dad getting ready to leave for the day. I knew that the call would most likely end up being a murder, so I figured Mom and Dad would be busy starting today, not that I overly minded.

Once I finished breakfast and washed the dishes, I looked at Hank who was watching T.V now. "Are you ready to go Hank?" I asked.

"Yep." He said, shutting off the T.V off immediately.

"You're not forgetting anything?" I asked as he grabbed his school bag. I knew he had lunch, as Mom had given him it before she left.

"No." He said and I rolled my eyes at him as I grabbed my lunch from the fridge.

"So, you're planning to play soccer in your normal clothes, are you?" I asked him and his eyes widened.

"I'll be right back." He said and took off to grab his small gym bag since he brings his uniform home.

Hank played soccer like Parker and I did and joined the team because of that fact, though he also played ice-hockey sometimes too because Dad made him love it and had tried baseball once or twice. Once he was in high school though, he wanted to play football and basketball, something Dad also loved and he'd seen both Michael and Darius play.

"Alright, I'm ready." Hank said as he raced back from the laundry.

I smiled and went and grabbed my school bag, placing my lunch inside, before I grabbed my keys and jacket. I opened the front door and Hank ran out, while I locked up. I went over to my car, which was in the driveway, and opened it even though I could have opened it when I was still at the front door. Hank climbed into the passenger side of the car while I climbed into the driver's seat.

"Please don't kill us." Hank said and I looked at him blankly.

"I'm still not above making you walk to school Hank." I said and he raised his arms.

"I was kidding." He said innocently.

"Put your seatbelt on." I said and he did what I said, while I started my car and pulled out of the drive.

"No wonder Michael stopped picking on you, you're scary sometimes." Hank said.

I smiled at that. "No, Michael stopped changing the password on my laptop and teasing me because I threatened to show something to people that he didn't want shown to the public. Plus, he has other things on his mind now."

"Chris, can I ask you something?" Hank asked and I looked at him for a second, before looking back at the road.

"You know, asking me that is worrying me, but go ahead." I said, since he was still a kid and whatever he was going to ask me couldn't be that horrible.

"Why haven't you told Michael you love him?" He asked me and I blinked in surprise, but didn't look at him.

"What makes you think I love Michael?" I asked.

"Well, I'm a kid and I'm not stupid. It's obvious." Hank said.

"You heard Kate and I talking about it, didn't you?" I asked.

"Yep." He said, knowing there was no reason denying it because I knew that that was how he knew. "So, why haven't you told him?"

"I'm assuming you mean other than the obvious reason, which is that he has a girlfriend." I said and I looked to the side quickly to see him nod. "It's complicated Hank. I planned to tell him once, but the day I planned to tell him, he told me he was dating Emma. And now, I just don't want to be the thing that breaks them up."

"But she sucks. They fight half the time and she takes so much of his time – he barely spends time with you anymore." Hank said and I sighed.

I didn't like the fact that Emma didn't like Michael spending so much time with me and took so much of his time, but he chose her. Plus, she was the captain of the cheerleaders since Kate quit because of her pregnancy and he was a football player. She was also beautiful and popular, so of course he was going to date her. I couldn't compete.

"Hank, life isn't black and white. Yes, they fight, but he likes her and wants to be with her. He wouldn't be dating her if he didn't. She makes him happy." I said, though sometimes it annoyed me when she made him miserable since she didn't get him sometimes.

"But minus when you two fought like friends and he changed your stuff, you never made Michael miserable and you get him. He always smiles around you and you love him, so wouldn't you be better for him. You're his best friend." Hank said and I sighed again.

"It's just not that simple. He doesn't have to love me just because I have those feelings for him, and since he's dating Emma, he obviously doesn't feel the same way." I said, as while it hurt, I wasn't going to be petty.

"Well I don't like that he's hurting you and I think he's an idiot for dating someone like her. She doesn't care about him like you do. I'm pretty sure she's just dating him because he's on the football team." Hank said and I just shook my head.

"You can't dislike Michael just because he's hurting me, especially since he doesn't know." I said and he crossed his arms.

"I'm your younger brother, so yes I can. Even if he doesn't know you like him, you're still his friend and he's barely spent time with you since he started dating her." Hank said, looking annoyed. "Even Darius thinks he's an idiot."

I chuckled at that. "Darius often thinks Michael is an idiot, he's his best friend after all." I said, as I knew quite well what Darius and Kate thought of the fact that Michael was so blind to my feelings.

"I still don't like it. Plus, if you were dating Michael, you wouldn't have to try dating any of those idiots at your high school. The last guy dumped you because you were smarter than him." Hank said and I sighed.

"Hank, I know some of the guys I've tried dating haven't been worth it, but it's part of being a teenager. People don't just immediately find the person they want to spend their life with when they're young, and if they do, they're extremely lucky. You'll understand once you're in high school." I said and I knew that he was pouting.

"So, you don't think Michael's the guy you want to spend your life with? You've already spent all your life with him already." Hank said.

"I don't know. I love him, but he's with someone else right now and maybe that's a good thing. If I was with Michael and something went wrong in our relationship, our friendship would never be the same. I don't think that would happen, but the truth is that I can't be with him right now. I missed my chance to tell him because of my fear and even if I had told him, he would have probably turned me down." I said, as I had come to face reality. "So, enough about Michael, because we're about to get to your school."

Hank looked out the window, obviously realizing I really didn't want to talk about Michael anymore, which I didn't. I loved my brother, but I just didn't want to talk about Michael right now.


Michael's Pov (The real world)

I walked through the F.B.I, which Sofia had been brought to so I could talk to her. Booth had convinced the police that this was the best way and since he had friends in the police department, they were more than willing to help make sure the girl who tried to kill his daughter was put away with no chance of getting away with it.

I stopped in front of the door that led into the interrogation room and took in a deep breath to calm myself, before I opened the door and went in. Sofia was sitting at the table, chewing on her nails, but the second she saw me she smiled and rushed out of her chair, coming over to me and hugging me tightly. It took everything I had not to push her off me.

"Michael, I'm so glad you're here! They wouldn't let me see you, even though I've done nothing wrong!" She cried, hugging me. I only very lightly hugged her back as I had to convince her I was on her side. She pulled away from me and looked up at me with tear filled eyes. "I didn't do anything wrong Michael. Please tell me you don't believe them, 'cause they're lying to you. I don't deserve to be here."

"I do believe you Sofia, I do, but you know you can tell me anything, you know that. I won't hate you no matter what." I said as charmingly as I could, forcing myself to smile so she believed me.

"I'm the victim here but they're treating me like the criminal; me! She was trying to destroy what we have. She was trying to keep you for herself even though you love me and want to be by my side. I was just trying to protect us; it was just self-defense. She's the monster and the selfish one. She's the criminal!" Sofia said and it was so hard for me to keep my face straight and calm, especially since I really was now seeing how messed up in the head she was. I knew Sweets would have a proper diagnosis, but mine was delusional and insane.

"I understand Sofia, but what exactly did you do?" I asked, because she had to admit it. This whole conversation was being recorded so they had proof that she admitted to it and it seemed like she would. I just had to be careful as to what I said.

"You weren't there and I knew she was the reason, and she wouldn't tell me where you were. I knew she was trying to keep you from me because she was a conniving bitch who was trying to trick you into to staying away from me, even though I told her how important you were to me. She tried to leave but I stopped her, realizing she was too self-centered and would never get out of the way. We were in front of the stairs and I wanted her to die, because I knew it was the only way to get her out of the way, so I shoved her down. No one was around, so I left her to die because that way we could be together. She'd be long dead before anyone found her the next day." Sofia explained, telling me everything I needed to hear and making me feel sick because of how much she didn't care that she had killed someone, at least she thought she had. "It's her own fault! If she'd just gotten out of the way and stopped controlling you, she'd be fine. I did this for you." She said as she took my hand.

I pulled away from her, ripping my hand from her grasp and she looked at me with wide eyes, shocked by my action. Of course she was shocked, she was under the impression that I loved her.

"Michael, baby?" She said, trying to take my hand from again, but I recoiled.

"You did it for you Sofia, no one else. I would never wish anyone dead for a reason like that. You're sick Sofia and you need help, but I really don't think you deserve it." I said and she shook her head.

She shook her head. "No, I did it for us and I'm fine. I did this to be with you. I love you and you love me." She sounded desperate.

"Except I don't love you, I love Christine and you very nearly killed her. Even if I didn't love her, she's still been my friend since she was basically born and you hurt her, meaning I'd still never forgive you. Thankfully though, she's still alive and she is going to remain the way, but that doesn't help you much." I said and her eyes widened, and she tried to reach for me, but I moved away as the door opened.

"No, no she should be dead! That bitch should be dead." She shouted as the police started to move over to her to grab me. "You love me Michael, I know you do. You love me! You said you wouldn't hate me, so why are you looking at me like you do?! It's her influence, isn't it?! She made you hate me!" I just stood there as the cops handcuffed her.

"I lied." I said bluntly and she started to look at me in relief, obviously thinking I was talking about not loving her. "I had to get you to admit what you did so there'd be no chance of you getting away with what you did, and you did: you told me everything. Now you'll be locked up and you'll never see me again." It was probably wrong of me, but she'd tried to kill the girl I loved.

"What? No, no, no, you wouldn't do that. And they can't keep us apart. We love each other." Sofia said as the officers started to lead her away, her eyes begging, but I just looked away from her. "Michael? Michael! Let go of me, he needs me! He loves me! Let go! You can't keep me away from him! Michael! MICHAEL!"

Sofia didn't stop calling for me or saying my name, but I wasn't going to reply as I didn't care to. I had nothing left to say to her.

"Do you think I did the wrong thing?" I asked Sweets when I finally noticed he was standing there in the doorway, though I didn't look directly at him.

"I think you were trying to make sure that the person who tried to kill your girlfriend didn't get away with it and I also think you were kinder about it than you wanted to be. You could have been extremely cruel Michael, but you weren't." Sweets said and I finally looked at him. "You lost your best friend not even a year ago to murder Michael, so I know this must be unbearable for you, especially with everything else you and Christine have been through personally. I think, considering that and the fact that Christine has always been a part of your life, that you did an amazing job at controlling your temper and only doing what needed to be done."

"I was furious at her the moment I saw her face." I admitted, because I had been. I'd wanted her to pay. "I wanted to make her pay for what she did, but then I remembered that if I was cruel or if I went about it the wrong way, she might get away with it and I didn't want that."

"You did good kid." Booth said, coming in and patting my shoulder.

"Doesn't help Christine though, does it." I said, as that's what I really wanted. I wanted to help Chris. I wanted to make sure that she was going to live through this.

"She's tough, she'll pull through okay." Booth said and I wasn't sure if he 100% believed that, though I knew he wanted to believe it.

I had to believe it too, but I was still terrified.


Christine's Pov – Coma dream

As I climbed out of my car and walked towards the school building, I was instantly greeted with the sight of Emma hanging off Michael's arm as he talked to Ford. It drove me insane and I honestly didn't want to deal with it, but since they were standing near the entrance I had to go through and I did not want to have to go the long way, I just sighed and kept walking. We went to school together, so I couldn't avoid him and her forever.

"Hey Chris." Michael greeted with a smile when he saw me and I instantly saw the look of displeasure on Emma's face, though she hid it quick so Michael wouldn't see.

She didn't like me much as I was Michael's childhood friend and a girl, which I was sure was the reason Michael didn't visit much now. But, what could I do since he wanted to be with her? It wasn't illegal to not like someone.

I gave a little wave. "Hi." And then I kept walking, though I did notice Michael's look of confusion and Ford's look of pity, which I hated.

I made my way through the school silently and reached my locker, opening it up. I was really wishing right now that Hank hadn't asked me all those questions before now.

"Do you want me to go kick his ass?" I heard a familiar voice asked and I looked around my locked door to see Darius leaning against the looker beside mine.

Like always, Darius' blonde hair was unkept and his brown eyes were kind. He was also very good looking, especially since he was only seventeen. He was also extremely fit since he was the Quarter back and exercised a lot. I knew his looks and personality is what Kate loved about him. You'd think he'd be the jock stereotype, but he was far from it. Plus, he treated me like a little sister a lot of the time.

"It's tempting, but no. He hasn't done anything wrong." I said, because he hadn't.

Darius crossed his arms. "I beg to differ, and I'm going to make this offer every day till you say yes, though I might just do it myself."

"He's your best friend." I pointed out and he smiled.

"Yeah, he is, but you're my girlfriends' best friend and the godmother of my daughter, and he's the big blind idiot who's hurting you." He said and I went to protest, but he shook his head. "No, I know you never told him you loved him, but that isn't the point. While I think he should have noticed that by now, since you two grew up together basically from birth, he's hurting you because he's barely talking to you or spending time with you anymore and it's that damn hag of a girlfriend of his fault."

"What happened to not calling a woman a bad name?" I asked, as there was no reason denying what he just said. Darius had this belief that even if he thinks a woman in a rude name, he'll never say it out loud.

"Hag actually was polite, considering what I actually think she is and what Kate calls her regularly." He stated simply. "She's the worst girl for Michael but he stays with her anyway."

"It's his choice." I said simply, as it was.

"Hence why he's an idiot. He has the perfect girl for him right in front of me, and she's always been there, but he just doesn't see it." Darius said, before he stepped forward and gave me a hug, which I accepted happily. "How he can ignore you Chris, I'll never know. You're a catch."

"Thanks Darius." I said and I tried not to cry, but I had little tears in my eyes.

"Hey, what are you doing to make her cry Darius?" Kate demanded as she came up behind Darius, meaning she could see my face.

I pulled away from Darius, smiling. "Don't worry, they're happy tears." I said, wiping them away. "We're just talking about how big of a dummy Michael is."

Kate smiled. "He's a gigantic one." She said, her hand resting on her round stomach. Darius instantly wrapped an arm around her shoulder and kissed the side of her head, making me smile. "Which is why I think you should sing to him tomorrow after the glee clubs' performance."

Tomorrow was the weekend and basically a school carnival, which would have rides and games, but also feature work done by the students (Art, wood, metal and digital designs and some robotics) as well as a performance by the glee club, which I would be a part of. We'd be preforming a song from the old T.V show called glee and then some could sing more if they wanted to. Kate had been trying to convince me to sing a song about what I felt for Michael, but I didn't want to.

"Not happening." I refused, as even though I knew what I would sing, I couldn't do that.

Kate rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine, but you are helping me set up everything we need to start doing today and tomorrow morning, right? I may not be head cheerleader anymore, but I am still the head of the decorations committee and school events committee."

"I promised you I would, so yes, I'll be there after school today to help and I'll be there early tomorrow morning. I'll officially be your slave." I said and she grinned.

"Perfect, I'm frilled." She said, before she sighed. "But just a warning, Emma has signed up to help too, though I plan to keep her far away from us as I do not want to put up with her. Ever since she's become head cheerleader, she thinks she's better than me."

"Well she's wrong, no ones better than you babe." Darius said, kissing the side of Kate's head, causing her to smile.

"He's right." I agreed, because I loved Kate and she was amazing.

"Well, I have to disagree as you are both amazing." Kate said and both Darius and I chuckled, before she sighed. "We better get to class or we're soon going to get in trouble for being late."

"You're probably right." Darius said while I finally got what I needed out of my locker and closed it.

"Then lets go." I said, happy to be doing something I didn't mind actually doing.

Classes went the way they normally go at a high school, though for me some were slightly boring as I already knew what they were talking about, so I just got out my small sketch pad and doodled while I listened to the teacher talk, at least in the one lesson I really didn't need to listen to. Michael was in all of my classes by chance, minus one of them, but he never spoke to me and I was fine with that. When the lunch bell rang though, I was glad to get out of there as I had felt Michael staring at the back of my head most of our last class and I was over it. He'd barely paid attention to me or talked to me in weeks and now he was focusing on me. I wasn't against it, but it was weird.

I gathered my books and headed out of class as fast as I could, heading through the halls so I could go to my locker and then go and eat.

Suddenly someone caught my arm and I was being pulled into an empty class room. By the time I turned around and saw that it was Michael, he'd shut the door and was staring straight at me.

I couldn't help but stare, as I was attracted to him. Michael had brown hair on the darker side and brown eyes, with slightly tanned skin and a white smile. He was handsome, but when you look at Angela it was no wonder. Even Hodgins wasn't bad looking. He was currently wearing jeans and his letterman jacket, and I hated that he was so good looking. I also hated that I had fallen for him.

"Am I that fascinating that you have to stare at me?" He asked me, though I knew by the humorous tone in his voice that he was trying to lighten the mood. Didn't stop me from blushing and looking away. "Hey, I was just joking. I figured it'd lighten the mood since you were acting so weird around me this morning."

"I wasn't acting weird." I protested, though I knew I had been.

He raised an eyebrow. "I've been your best friend for years; I think I know when you're acting weird." He said.

"Why do you care so much if I am being weird? Why does it matter?" I asked, in a bit of a foul mood it'd taken him this long to speak to me alone. We hadn't spoken alone since about a month after he started officially dating Emma.

Now he seemed surprised. "Um, I thought me saying you've been my best friend for years covered why I cared."

I wanted to just be happy that he was finally talking to me, but instead I just felt frustrated. "Really, I'm your best friend? I wouldn't have guessed." I said, someone sarcastically and now he seemed surprised and confused.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, obviously I've done something wrong 'cause you're normally not this sarcastic." He said and I felt like laughing, but I reframed. "Chris, we've been close for years and I love you, just tell me what's wrong."

It was those words that made me stare at him for a moment in shock, but it was as I realized that he didn't mean it the way I wished he did and more in the family matter or friend way or whatever, that I felt my cheeks grow wet. I was crying, and I didn't want to be, but I was. I didn't want to hear the from him, especially since we'd been so close before Emma, but since her he hadn't come around and we barely saw each of outside of school. When we did, we were with our friends and he rarely talked to me because Emma kept his attention and even at school it was the same thing. He called me, but most of the time it was him talking about Emma or complaining about her. But that was all I got: phone calls.

He seemed alarmed that I was crying. "Hey." He said in concern and stepped forward, hugging me before I could stop him.

I froze, feeling happy for a moment in his arms, but then I realized I shouldn't and I forced myself out of them, seeming to confuse him more. I knew he was just trying to comfort me and I wouldn't let him.

"Don't do that." I said, shaking my head as I looked up at him, seeing just how confused and at a loss he truly was. "Six months, that's how long you've been dating Emma."

"What's Emma got to do with this?" He asked and I wanted to slap him.

"You are an idiot." I said bluntly. "It has everything to do with her, because since you started dating her, we haven't been best friends. Six months Michael, that's how long it's been since you came to my house and just watched a movie with me. That's how long it's been since you spent time with me or just called me and said "hey, why don't we hang out". And when we are in the same place, you barely speak to me."

He seemed to be at a loss of words and I knew I was still crying, and now it hurt more. I wanted to say I loved him, but what was the point. Also, I couldn't bring myself to.

"I knew you'd date someone someday, but I never thought it'd mean that we wouldn't be friends anymore and I never thought that you just wouldn't care about that." I said.

"No, Chris, I do care." He said seriously, stepping closer to me. "I didn't realize it'd been so long, it's just that…"

"Emma doesn't like me." I cut in and he shook his head. "No, you can't deny it. Every time she looks at me it's with dislike, but she covers it up before you notice." I explained and he didn't seem to know what to say. "So that's why I'm being so weird, okay. I don't know how to speak to the one person I thought would always be there and knew me so well."

"Chris, I'm sorry I didn't realize how long it's been since we spent time together outside of school and I'm sorry I've ignored you. I just didn't think about it too much because we see each other at school and talk on the phone." He said and I felt like he'd slapped me, which is when his eyes widened. "Wait, no. That's not what I meant."

I shook my head. "It's fine, this is how some friends are supposed to be right. We talk on the phone, though you mostly complain about Emma when you do call me, and we see each other at school and with our group of friends. I'm just being stupid." I said, as I realized I'd been holding onto a relationship we didn't have anymore. It was fine before high school, but now things like relationships existed, and he didn't feel the way I did.

"No, Chris you're not being stupid." He protested and I forced a smile.

"I'm gonna go to lunch, you should go to your girlfriend." I said, before quickly going to the door and throwing it open, before running out.

"Christine, wait!" He shouted, but I was gone.

I headed straight for my locker, keeping my head down as I shoved my books in, before I slammed it shut and kept moving. I headed outside of the school and went straight to the biggest tree I could find, which was the one our friends used to sit at, and I slid down against it before I burst into tears.

I heard someone come up to me, but I didn't raise my head till whoever it was sat beside me. I slowly did and through blurry eyes I saw Darius sitting there, but before I could say a word, he pulled me into his arms and hugged me.

"Don't tell me what happened, 'cause I might just have to go kick his ass if you do. Just let yourself cry." He said and I listened.


Yes, I'm back. So, I hope you guys like what I've done here. I figured, with Christine in a coma, I could play around with certain things and create a bit of a different story. Basically, I could make it a bit closer to the actual show. It's basically a what if... what if some people who died lived and some lived who died. Plus, it gave me a chance to add in Hank, to bring Darius back for a short time (I admit I do have regrets about killing him off, but I can't change that now as much as I'd love to) and try a bit of a different dynamic to Christine and Michael. So, this will continue for a while and the next chapter or two will just be Christine's coma dream and I intend to have fun with it, so I hope you guys love it too.