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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
(chapter title – Darkening Horizons – Part Two)

Mark? Mark? Can you hear me? Collins' voice sounded in the darkness.

Mark, baby, turn around. It's not your time. Roger chimed in.

Your family needs you – especially Angel. There's so much that baby needs to learn and you can teach her. Mimi piped up.

Mark, we're your friends – we've seen enough life to last us – well a lifetime. Your familia needs you. Angel told him.

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The sounds of Sara and Jeffery crying made Mark open his eyes. Moaning, Mark sat up, which got Sara's attention.

"Daddy?" Sara sobbed, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Baby, that's impossible. Daddy's – hold the phone." Jeffery's eyes darted to the heart monitor – instead of the long beeeeeeeeeep, the heart monitor went back to the regular beep.

"What the hell happened to me?" Mark asked hoarsely.

"Baby! We thought you died! You're alive!" Jeffery squealed, making Sara laugh in between her sobbing. Jeffery sat down next to Mark and held him close, crying and laughing at the same time. Sara just looked at the ground and didn't say anything. Jeffery looked up from kissing Mark and walked over to Sara, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Jeffery inquired, lifting Sara's chin up so that he could look into her eyes. Sara shook her head and walked away – crossing her arms over her chest and walked to the window – watching the sun come up. The entire skyline looked beautiful. Sara closed her eyes and took it all in.

"I don't get it." Sara broke the silence a few moments later, turning away from the window.

"What don't you get, sweetie?" Jeffery asked, running a hand up and down Mark's arm.

"Nothing – Papa, could I talk to Daddy alone for a minute?" Sara asked. Jeffery nodded, kissed Mark's forehead and exited the room. Sara sat down in Jeffery's empty chair and took a hold of Mark's hand.

"Daddy, can I ask you something?" Sara inquired.

"Sure, baby." Mark whispered.

"How did you come back to life? I mean – I don't know exactly how to ask this." Sara was struggling for words. Mark smiled – he knew exactly what Sara was talking about.

"I saw them, Sar." Mark told her, weakly.

"Huh?" Sara was confused.

"I saw them – your Dad, your Mom, your aunt Angel and Uncle Collins. They all told me that it wasn't my time and to turn back around, so here I am." Mark seemed excited about what had happened. Sara shook her head – it couldn't be possible – that her Papa had seen Roger, Mimi, Angel and Collins.

"How did you happen to see Dad, Mom, Aunt Angel and Uncle Collins?" Sara wanted to know.

"Well, I didn't see them, per se, I heard them – their voices told me to turn back around." Mark told her. Sara shook her head and sighed.

"Something similar like this happened to your mom on Christmas Eve of 1990." Mark spoke up, adjusting himself so that he was comfortable on the pillows. Sara turned back around and sat down in the chair that was next to Mark's bed.

"Tell me about it." Sara said, sitting closer to Mark.

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"Somebody help us!" Maureen's voice called from the frigid winter night.

"Please!" Joanne pleaded. Mark and Roger leaned over the fire escape and looked down – Joanne was holding a limp figure in her arms.

"We can't get her up the stairs! Hurry up!" Maureen shouted.

"Mimi!" Roger whispered, darting down the fire escape.

"We found her in the park – she wanted to come here." Joanne told the boys as Roger carried Mimi up the stairs and to the loft – Collins and Mark right behind him.

"There's no room on the couch!" Joanne noted as they entered the loft.

"Um, clear off the table, we'll put her there." Mark spoke up just as Mimi let out a cough.

"Roger, you're back." Mimi whispered weakly.

"I'm back for good – it's okay, baby." Roger soothed as he laid Mimi on the table.

"Rog." Collins handed Roger his jacket and stepped back. Roger put Collins' jacket on Mimi and whispered soothing words to her.

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"…I should tell you I should tell you

I have always loved you.

You can see it in my eyes." Roger sang, holding Mimi in his arms and rocked her back and forth. He felt her whole body go limp.

"Mimi!" Roger belted, crying. Kissing her forehead, he laid her back on the table and cried his heart out.

A couple minutes passed and Mimi's hand twitched, causing the five bohemians to smile and rush over to the table – except Roger, of course. Mimi sat up and removed Collins' jacket. Slowly turning towards Roger, Mimi drew in a deep breath, coughed and smiled.

"I was heading towards this warm, white light and I swear – Angel was there." She smiled at Collins. "And she looked good." The five bohemians laughed as Mimi turned to Roger.

"She said, 'turn around girlfriend, and listen to that boys' song'." Mimi smiled as Roger rested his forehead on hers.

"You're drenched." Roger told her, kissing her cheek.

"Her fever's breaking." Maureen told the bohemians, brushing a strand of hair out of Mimi's eyes and smiled. They were so glad that the youngest of the circle of friends was going to be okay.

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"That really happened?" Sara asked, wiping the tears out of her eyes. Mark nodded slowly as a nurse came in.

"Visiting hours are over young lady. You can come back tomorrow." The nurse, Kaitlin, barked. Sara sighed, stood up, kissed Mark's cheek, gathered her things and headed out the door.

As she walked to the waiting room, she occasionally looked in the other hospital rooms. Singing softly to herself, she opened the doors to the waiting room and sat down next to Peter, who had Angel in his arms.

"What's the word?" Joanne asked.

"He's gonna be okay." Sara told the group.

"That's wonderful, Sar. You should be happy." Maureen piped up, smiling sadly. Sara nodded and looked down at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.

"Sweetie, you okay?" Peter asked as he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her close. Sara nodded and kept her gaze at the ground.

"Visiting hours are over." A nurse barked at the group. Everyone sighed and stood up – not wanting to go home, but to stay at the hospital so that they could be with Mark.

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Later that night, Sara and Peter were lying in bed, holding each other close when Peter turned over and gently nudged Sara.

"Mmm. Not now, Mr. Pitt." Sara mumbled in her sleep. Peter smiled and nudged Sara again.

"Whaaat?" she asked, hoarsely.

"You never told me what happened between you and Mark at the hospital." Peter told her, holding her closer to him – the both of them were completely naked and he absolutely loved the way her skin felt against his.

"I thought I did already." Sara yawned and kissed Peter's cheek. He slowly shook his head.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Sara mumbled.

"Why's that, sweetie?" Peter wanted to know. Sara told him word-for-word what Mark had told her that evening at the hospital. As she talked, Peter listened intently, his hand slowly making its way down her stomach and to the place in between her legs.

"Peter, not tonight." Sara told him, shaking her head. Peter sighed and pulled her on top of him when she was done talking. Sara rolled her eyes and kissed Peter on the lips. She felt his tongue slip down her throat, exploring her mouth. Sara moaned with pleasure as they pulled apart and he began trailing kisses up and down her neck. She knew he loved her with all of his heart and he always would.

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The next morning, Sara woke up feeling sick to her stomach. As she emptied the contents of her stomach, Angel began crying, Adam came into the room pleading for Peter to wake up and Jeffery came to sit with Sara, holding her hair back as she threw up.

"You okay?" Jeffery asked as Sara stood up and flushed the toilet. Sara nodded and brushed her teeth. Today, Sara and Peter were meeting with the realitior– Mrs. Anne Jacobs and then they were going to see Mark in the hospital.

As Sara got dressed, Peter motioned her into the bathroom. Smiling, Sara unbuttoned her blouse and walked into the bathroom, letting both her bra and blouse slip to the floor. Peter smiled and walked over to her, kissing her medium-sized breasts as his hands slithered down her back and removed her skirt and underwear. The two of them stepped into the shower and heavily made out.

Twenty minutes later, the two of them stepped out of the shower and got dressed.

"I love you." Peter whispered into Sara's ear.

"Forever and always." Sara told him, turning around and kissing him for what seemed like a lifetime. She was so happy with him.

"I die without you." Peter told Sara as she came into the bathroom to brush her hair and teeth.

"Me, too." Sara kissed his cheek.

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After the meeting with the realitior, Sara started feeling queasy. Shutting her eyes tightly, she thought the queasiness would pass, but it didn't.

"Peter, pull over." Sara told him, pointing to a Wendy's.

"Why? What's wrong?" Peter asked, pulling into the parking lot.

Not waiting for Peter to park, Sara ran into the restaurant and to the bathroom. Closing the stall door behind her, she threw up into the toilet, tears streaming down her cheeks.

A moment later, there was a knock on her stall door.

"It's occupied." Sara told the person weakly.

"Your husband, Peter, asks if you're okay." A British sounding voice asked.

"Tell him I will be." Sara answered, standing up. Her legs felt like jell-o as she flushed the toilet and unlocked the stall door. Washing her hands, she wiped the vomit off of her face and headed out of the bathroom.

"You okay, honey?" Peter asked, putting an arm around Sara's shoulders and leading her out of the restaurant.

"I don't know – this is the second time I've thrown up today." Sara answered weakly. With his free hand, Peter felt her forehead.

"Baby, you're burning up." Peter said, leading her to the car and opening the passenger door for her. Sara instantly climbed in and curled into a ball, trying to sleep as Peter drove back to the house.

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Back at the house, Peter carried Sara inside as Adam looked up from playing with Angel. The two of them were playing with plastic blocks, watched over by Jeffery.

"What's going on Uncle Peter?" Adam wanted to know.

"Sara's not feeling good, so she's gonna take a nap." Peter told him, carrying Sara upstairs and to her room. Placing her under the covers, he got a bucket just in case she got sick again and placed it on the floor. He turned on a soothing CD and turned off the overhead light, praying that it wasn't anything too serious.

"I was gonna go visit Mark for a bit. Would you mind watching the rascals until I get back?" Jeffery asked. Peter shook his head and picked up Angel – she was a month old now and healthy as ever. Adam scurried after Jeffery, waving bye to Peter and Angel.

"Hey princess. How's my girl?" Peter inquired, holding Angel in his arms so that she faced him. She had inherited Sara's blonde hair and his brown eyes.

"Mommy's not feeling good, so it's just you and me, kid." Peter told Angel, tickling her stomach, which made Angel squeal with laughter. Peter smiled and popped in Bambi and snuggled on the couch with Angel.

Angel fell asleep halfway through the movie, so Peter thought that now would be a good time to take her upstairs to the nursery for her nap. Quietly walking up the stairs, he sang a lullaby to Angel as she slept. She really does look like an angel Peter thought, smiling to himself.

Opening the door to the nursery, he put Angel in her crib and moved her solar system mobile a bit – its soothing melody filling the air. Peter smiled and closed the door so that only a little bit of the hall light shone into the room.

Making his way across the hall, he opened the door to Sara's room and walked inside. Sara was fast asleep on her side, facing away from him. Peter took off his shoes, shirt and climbed in next to her, holding her close.

"I die without you." Peter whispered in Sara's ear. He then kissed her neck and had her rest her head on his chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he nuzzled her hair and closed his eyes. A short while later, he was fast asleep – dreaming of the most beautiful woman in the world – his Sara.