A/N: Right. Well, I'm going away on vaca for a while, so don't expect any updates. You might get one, but don't expect.

"Honey? Baby, tell me what's wrong." Mrs. Cummings asked gently.
"Mom! Didn't you see? It was Liz!" Unable to control it any longer, Laine started crying. Mrs. Cummings wrapped her arms around her daughter.
"No!" cried Laine, pulling away. "You don't understand! Liz can't die! If she does, I'll never forgive myself."
Mrs. Cummings looked shocked. "Sweetheart, why are you blaming yourself?"
A wave of fresh tears poured down Laine's face as she told her mother everything. About Ryan. About Liz. Even about Stacey. Once she started, she couldn't stop. Everything came out before Laine even thought twice about what her mother was going to do.
Eventually, Laine wrapped up the story and her sobs were reduced to hiccups. She looked over at her mother, whose lips were set in a thin, pale line.
"Laine. Look me in the eye. Do you...do you do this too?"
"NO MOM!" Laine screamed. "OF COURSE NOT! How can you-" but before she could finish, a nurse appeared beside them.
"Are you kin of Miss Jamison?"
Laine was about to say no, but Mrs. Cummings cut her off.
"Yes. Yes we are, and we'd like to know exactly what happened to her."
The nurse sighed. "I don't know if I'm allowed to say. But...well...she tried to kill herself."