After that dream, I had trouble sleeping. It wasn't just the dream either that kept me from sleeping. It was the nurse from the hospital who kept reappearing, looking more dead each time.

She wouldcome right as I was about to fall asleep, scaring me as she just stared at me with those empty eyes.

Then came the day where she reappeared for what seemed like every half hour.

It was the same day as Alicia's funeral. As I stood there, in front of her grave with Ched, the nurse just showed up right on the opposite side of Alicia's grave.

I gasped and Ched put his hand on my shoulder, probably thinking that I was crying.

He didn't see the nurse. Not that I expected him to.

I looked behind us to see if anyone was still here, but everyone else had already cleared out and gone to Alicia's parents house.

"You have to help me," the nurse said, desperately,

My mouth fell opened and my eyes widened, shocked that she spoke.

"Please," she begged suddenly directly in front of me.

I let out a terrified squeal as she reached for me, trying to grab my arm.

She disappeared before her fingers could touch me, but I could feel the cold air that she left behind.

"Are you all right?" Ched asked, turning to look at me as his fingers tightened on my shoulder.

I nodded, swallowing.

I couldn't open my mouth.

A wave of emotion washed over me. Emotion that I knew wasn't mine -sadness, fear, helplessness...

Confusion filled me and I knew that that feeling was mine,because I had no idea what was going on.

I looked down at Alicia's grave, wishing with everything I had that she was here. I knew she would help me. At least, I knew she would have tried.

That's what I noticed someone watching in the distance, leaning against a tree.

I squinted, trying to make out his features. He wore all black, from what I could tell, and had dark hair.

"Do you see that person?" I asked Ched, not sure if this was another one of my... whatever-it-was I was having when I saw that nurse.

"Yeah," Ched said softly not really caring about the guy.

I swallowed with a nod, taking this in.

"Do you recognize him?" I asked, still squinting.

"Maybe he's Alicia's cousin or something," he said, clearing his throat. "She has... had many."

At the crack of his voice I turned to look at him. It was my turn to put my hand on his arm for comfort.

He was biting his lip as his eyes watered.

"Are you okay?" I asked, knowing well that he wasn't.

"I just... I just can't believe they're gone," he said, sniffing.

"I know," I whispered, glancing to check if the man that stood against the tree was still there.

He was.

"Alicia was like a sister to me," he said, his breath coming out shattered. "Our families have vacationed together since we were five... it's just... I can't picture a vacation without her."

I rubbed his arm as he bit his lip again.

I have never seen a guy cry before. Only on TV. I felt like I shouldn't be watching him so closely at such a personal moment.

I reached my arms to him to give him a hug and he flung his arms around me, pulling me up so I had to stand a little more straighter. I let his tears fall onto my jacket as I stroked his hair, unsure of what to do exactly.

I saw the guy by the tree shift and stand up straighter too as if he was uncomfortable by our embrace.

"Did you hear about Tom?" he asked after a while, backing up so that he could look into my eyes.

I shook me head. I hadn't been to the hospital since I had left.Four days after I died.

"He's... he's going to make it," he said nodding as if he was convincing himself.

"That's good," I said feeling like a lump had just gotten stuck in my throat as I also nodded.

He finally let go of me as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Chris's funeral's in two days," he said, looking at Alicia's grave.

"Yeah, I-"

"Morgan?"

We both turned to the sound of my name.

A women stood feet away from us, making her way towards us.

She looked familiar but I was pretty sure that I had never seen her before.

"Who wants to know?" I asked cautiously.

"Hi, my name is Leanna Wilsen," she said, stopping a couple of feet away from me as a breeze caused her brown hair to face in front of her face. "You probably don't remember me. Last time I saw you, you were a baby. I'm a friend of your grandmother's."

I just continued to stare at her. I didn't know her.

Her dark gray eyes glanced at Ched and said, "Can I talk to you in private?"

Ched and I looked at each other and I nodded, letting him know that it was okay to leave me alone with this complete stranger.

Leanna waited for him to be out of ear shot before she even began to speak again.

"Your grandmother has probably never mentioned me," she said.

I gave her a look that told her what she said was true.

"I've only met her a few times," she explained to me. "I've helped her with... some things. I first met her when she was in college. I had a dream about her. A dream that she had died."

I raised my eyebrow at that one.

"You see... I see things," she told me looking at my pointedly like she was used to people not believing her.

I nodded, taking this in. "And..." I said.

"I had a dream about you," she told me. "One where you died, but I knew you would come back."

I froze, not even daring to move.

"But I had another dream the other day," she told me, looking away from my face, hesistanting.

"What happened in your dream?" I asked, becoming impatient when her silence became too long.

"I'm not... sure exactly," she said, biting her lip for half a second.

"You're not sure," I repeated tonelessly.

"I just know that you're in trouble," she said firmly.

"How so?" I asked, raising an eyebrow again.

Was this lady for real? I was going to have to ask my grandmother about her.

'"I was in your body and... well, I could feel what you were feeling," she said. "You were in pain and you were terrified."

I swallowed, keeping my face straight.

"I guess I'll be careful then," I told her. "Thank you."

I turned to walk away, but her arm lashed out and she grabbed my arm saying, "Wait."

I gasped at her cold touch as an image of the nurse being attacked shot through my head and I stumbled back, tripping over my own feet and landing on my butt.

"W-w-w..." I stared up at her, startled.

She looked startled too.

"Can... you help me?" I asked, suddenly wishing that she was the one that could.

She didn't answer me. She was staring at me with this shocked expression. A pale one that made her look like she was about to have a heart attack.

"You have... it's just plain horrible," she said, her face changing into an expression of horror. "It's not right- I have to go."

Then she turned and walked away quickly.

"Wait!" I called, struggling up to my feet.

But she was already too far away.

I looked back at the man standing by the tree in time to see him turn and walk away.

I looked down at Alicia's grave.

I was alone. Again.

I sighed and looked up at the sky.

The lady said that she knew my grandmother and that she had helped her with some "things".

I took a deep breath and walked away, leaving Alicia. There were some "things" that I needed to know.

And I was going to find them out from my grandmother, whether she liked it or not.