Jen knew exactly where Jude was.
His favourite place in the world.
Cameron's Canyon.
And her mom was out of town, and left her car behind.
She knew where Cameron's Canyon was, and she was going to get there before Jude did something crazy.
Starr was shocked. She hadn't seen Jude all morning. But she knew it might have been for the better. She really felt as if she had embarassed herself. Maybe he packed up and moved away so he wouldn't have to see her again. She dismissed the thought immediately. He was too chill to do something like that. And besides, she had a new crush...
Starr went up to her crush and said, "Hi. Listen...um...I really like you, and... Would you consider going out with me?"
And her crush said, "I'm flattered that you came and asked me that. My girlfriend and I broke up a couple of months ago, and I've been trying to get her back...and I don't think I can. I've had a couple of unsuccessful relationships after that. But thanks for asking me... Is Friday O.K.?"
Days later, at Cameron's Canyon...
Jude stared at the ground at the bottom of Cameron's Canyon. Could he do it? He had to. He wanted out of Jen's life. It was the best way to go. Out with a bang.
Jude stepped off the cliff.
I heard a familiar voice when I stepped off of the cliff. A voice that sparked something in my mind, the sensation to turn around and grab the ledge. I peered over the top of the cliff, hanging for dear life. What was I thinking? Why am I dangling off the edge of this Godforsaken cliff? And why is the love of my life rushing to the edge of the cliff, trying to save me?
Jen extended her frail, delicate hand in my direction. Without hesitation, I took it. And I was pulled up.
Jen wanted to know the whole story. And that's what I told her. And she cried the rest of the way home.
The police interrogated me. I insisted I was the man that they were looking for.
But they weren't so sure that it was me after they fingerprinted me. Because looking at an unfamiliar fingerprint that they got off of Greg's shirt, they could already tell that it wasn't mine. The fingerprints weren't the same. I never touched Greg.
I insisted that there was a mistake, and that I distinctly remember killing him...in my dream.
The police had called in a psycologist to try to determine why I saw myself killing Greg. He then told me that I had a rare psycic power: I could put myself behind another person's eyes while dreaming.
I didn't kill Greg. But a sick person behind a ski mask did.
