Author's Note: This fanfic is about what happens after Rachel dies in the last book. What if she was given a chance to say goodbye again? Reviews are very welcome!

Extract from Animorphs #54: The Beginning by K.A Applegate, page 24-

"I wanted so much to live. I wanted so much to stay and not to leave. In a moment no answer would matter to me, but just the same, I wanted to know what I guess any dying person wants to know.

"Answer this, Ellimist: Did I…did I make a difference? My life, and my…my death…was I worth it? Did my life really matter?"

"Yes,", he said. "You were brave. You were strong. You were good. You mattered."

"Yeah. Okay, then. Okay, then."

I wondered if-"

"Where am I going?"

A yawning expanse of black space enveloped her body.

"So this is where dead people go. Dead people like me.", thought Rachel mournfully. Anger began to boil up inside her.

"This isn't fair! I'd fought. I'd survived so many battles. Why do I have to leave now, when all the battles are over? Yes, I love the rush of battle, but I would have loved to enjoy the fruits of my labour too! I would have loved to live life without lies…without fear. Just living each day. Like how it should have been. Spending time with the ones I love without worrying about dying in the next battle. Mom. Dad. Sara. Jordan. The others. Tobias." Rachel silently screamed in her head.

And now she was stuck in this…this godforsaken place for who knows how long. She stared at the void all around her. Darkness. Nothingness. Was she going to be here for eternity? Boy, was she going to be bored!

"Ahh…Rachel. My favourite Animorph. The one who kills without a conscience. The one who loves the thrill of killing."

"If that's what God sounds like," thought Rachel, "I have to say I'm a little disappointed.". Wait a minute! She knew that irritating voice! It was the bloody Drode, not God!

"I'm here to bring you to paradise." he chuckled maliciously in answer to my unasked question.

"Crayak wants me? Whatever for! As his personal toy? Or a souvenir from one of his little triumphs over the Ellimist?"

"Your meddling friend and my Master have been having a…discussion. About your afterlife. My Master would like to have you, while your interfering pal wants to send you to meet your maker. I must say he has gone soft in his old age, the Ellimist. They have decided to let you go back to Earth until they come to a decision. Doesn't make a difference, if you ask me. My Master will make sure he has you." the Drode sneered.

Go back to Earth? Rachel's mind reeled with the possibilities. She could go visit her family! The others, too. Tell Jake that it's not his fault. Kiss Tobias goodbye. But wait. There had to be a catch.

"Right you are, Rachel my girl! Catch: you can't talk to anyone. No one will be able to sense your presence. That is my Master Crayak's demand in return for his generous offer."

"Generous offer my-!" seethed Rachel.

The void around her suddenly started spinning. Images flashing in her mind showed her what had happened after her death. The Yeerks' surrender. The Andalites' arrival. Her funeral…

Her world stopped spinning. In an instant, she was transported to her home.