"What the hell!" cried Logan as he stared down at his reflection.

"Oh, grow up, you know who I am. You're not stupid. On second thought…" Logan's mirror image sneered back up at him.

"So I'm dead huh?" Logan ground out, climbing off of the ghost figure and straightening his clothes.

"Or something. But it's not how you think. You didn't jump off the bridge." the ghost replied and rolled his eyes.

"What do I call you, Logan Two?" Logan snickered at his own joke.

"How about I refer to you as jackass? Has a nice ring to it." the ghost paused, seeing the look on Logan's face, "You don't like it? It doesn't much matter."

"So what jewels of wisdom are you going to impart upon my poor soul?" Logan walked over to an outcrop of rocks and sat down.

The ghost moved to stand behind Logan and began to talk.

"Once upon a time there was a beautiful blonde girl whose innocence and reality was yanked away from her. She turned inward and rebuilt both herself and reality. There was a boy who was living in two realities, one he presented to the world and one he hid away. Both the boy and girl were broken. They had been torn apart by each other and the reality they live in. But they can't stay away from each other. And gradually they begin to realign and rediscover. Imagine their surprise when they seem to fit together even better than before. But again reality, self doubt and a strange twist of events conspired to separate them. They tried to revert to their original selves and fall back on the old. They drifted in and out of various lives. At this point there are two futures. In the first, they try deny each other. They still have those feelings but are unable to get move beyond the past. And then the boy died, hit ironically enough by a drunk driver. They never get the closure they deserve and the girl filled with remorse throws herself off an ocean cliff. Do you to hear the rest?" the ghost asked.

Logan looked off at the ocean and listened to the seagulls cry for a minute before nodding his head and whispering an affirmative answer.

"Yes, you were killed. But you will move on. Veronica can't." the ghost paused.

"Because she killed herself like Mom. I figured that. Doesn't she have to help someone and then she'd be ok? That's what Mom said." Logan blurted out.

"No. In your mom's case, the life she was living due to your father was considered. As for Veronica, her life isn't a factor in that sense. Yes, she may have suffered but she wasn't living in the same manner as your mother. In Veronica's case, she cannot move on. She is destined to remain in misery forever." the ghost spit out harshly, "Shall I keep going?"

Logan felt tears well up in his eyes. He wasn't sure if he could listen to anymore. But he had to finish this. He nodded his head again and the ghost continued.

"In the second, eventually they reconnected with a vengeance. They fought, loved, and lived with passion and vigor. And they do live happily ever after." the ghost finished and laid his hand on Logan's shoulder, "There is one more thing you need to see before I go."

The fog swirled up from the ocean and soon it wafted away to reveal a beautiful house nestled alongside a beach. A car is coming up the driveway. The door to the house opened and out stepped Veronica dressed in jeans and a tee shirt with a towel slung over her shoulder. She is bouncing a baby on her hip and there are two twin toddler boys peering around her legs.

"Daddy's home." Veronica says as the car pulls up to the door and the twins hurl themselves over to the driver's side door. Logan held his breath and let it out with a gush as an older version of him climbed out of the car and swung the boys around. He walked over to Veronica and placed a kiss on her lips as he relieved her of the blonde baby girl. He kissed the baby and raised her over his head. She giggled and let out a loud squeal of delight. He turned back to Veronica who was trying to give him a stern look. He looked sheepish as he returned the baby to her arms and proceeded to drag her into his arms for a long kiss.

"Eww, girl cooties, Daddy got girl cooties." The toddlers point and giggle until Veronica leveled them with one of her stares.

"Ok, inside you two. It's time for dinner so go wash your hands." Veronica laughed as they scurried inside. She turned to look back at Logan who was still holding her in his arms.

"I love you, Logan." she whispered into the night air.

"And I love you too, sugar puss." he responded. Veronica can see the light dancing in his eyes. She pulled the towel off of her shoulder and proceeded to snap it at him until he protested and ran into the house with Veronica and his giggling daughter in hot pursuit.

As Logan looked on the couple moved inside the house, the fog rolls back in and he looked for the ghost. But it was no where to be found. And Logan felt a wave of sleepiness wash over him. His eyes drifted closed but not before he thought he heard Lilly whisper.

"You know how it has to be, you have to know….And if you fuck it up, I'll come back and kick your ass."