I stayed away from Ketch and Charlie after that. Charlie kept trying to talk to me, to ask me questions and see what had happened, but each time I did my best to evade them. "How did you come back?" I don't know. We still don't know. "How much do you remember?" Not much. It's been difficult. I'm sorry I don't remember you. "Do you remember Jo?"

Jo…

Jo died.

Her and her parents were out on a rescue mission. No survivors. It was a trap. They were hoping Bobby would be there.

I didn't even get to tell them goodbye.

I went there myself a few days later and burned the encampment to the ground. Holy oil worked as an amazing accelerant.

I don't know if any angels got out, but I know I heard some screaming.

"What about Kevin?" Charlie also asked.

Kevin…

I went with Mary and Jack on a recon mission. Michael's stronghold was supposedly abandoned. We were going to check it out. I was going to get away from Charlie and Ketch and the Harvelles' death. I wanted to be useful again. I wanted to see some more action in my life.

I wasn't expecting what we did see.

We were checking out the main war room. Jack was examining Michael's plans, which were still left up on the table. I was walking the room, trying to make sure there weren't any runes or traps we'd miss.

"We found one rat in the cellars." Jakob said, causing us to turn. Jakob and Ronald had gone to check out the rest of the compound. They held another figure in between them as they entered the room. Messy black hair, dirty clothes, thin frame. They must've been a prisoner. They looked so disheveled.

When they looked up, though, I saw his face. I… I recognized him. I could feel a memory in the back of my mind.

"Kylie?" He asked, looking at me with the most pure expression of disbelief I'd ever seen. "You're alive?"

"Kai? You're alive?" Excitement at seeing a friend. Something making me fall backwards. A door. I was looking up and I… I saw a face. The face of a friend. Same scattering of dark hair.

I felt something skip in my mind. A different memory, one that was a few years father than the first. A poke at my shoulder. It felt so real. "You may hide from them, but you can't hide from me." A friendly voice. A familiar voice.

I could see him, plain as day. I could see the person in front of me in my mind. He was a friend.

"Yeah." The word came out shocked, examining the man before me now. He was a little older than the one I remembered, but… He looked exactly the same as in my mind.

He looked exactly like the man in Bobby's photos.

"Kevin?"

"You know this traitor?" Jakob asked. They both dropped him, and in an instant Kevin bolted to me. It was then that he did something completely unexpected.

He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me.

I glanced back at Mary and Jack, uncertain as to what he was doing until I remembered what I'd been told. I remembered the picture. I remembered the wedding ring I had.

In this world, Kevin and I had been married.

Kevin pulled away quickly though, searching my eyes. "You're here. You're alive." He frowned. "You can't be here. You're not supposed to be here." He moved a hand to my hair, furrowing his brows at it. "You cut your hair?"

"It's a long story." I promised him, offering a tight smile. "Kevin, why are they calling you a traitor?"

"Because he is one!" Jakob stated. "He turned his back on his own kind, and went to work for the angels!"

"I didn't have a choice!" Kevin exclaimed, turning to Jakob. His hands lowered from my face. "I... You don't understand. I – I – I never used to believe in anything. Well, except science. Quantum mechanical unpredictability. But then the end of the world happened, and everyone around me - my friends, and my… my mom - they all started to die." He turned over to look at me. "You… You died. You died, and God chose me?" He turned back to Jakob. "What does that even mean?!" He turned to me again. "You told me a long time ago that things don't always have to be black and white; that maybe angels could be good too. Michael said he wanted to save the world, not kill it! But he," he looked down. I could see him thinking. I could see he was afraid. "He's hurt so many people. When I couldn't perfect the spell, Michael… he got mad and threw me in the dungeon. And I was so scared, but I fixed it. But I... I couldn't do it anymore." He shook his head, turning back to me. "Michael promised I would get to see you again. He promised to take us to a better world, all of us. I only wanted to do what was right. I just… I just wanted my wife back, Kylie. I know we said 'til death do us part' and all but I just… I couldn't let you go. I love you." He smiled earnestly at me. It went away quickly though, replaced by worry and more fear. "You can't be here, though. Not now. You need to go. I… I didn't think you'd be back. I didn't think you'd be here. I thought I was going to see you again."

"Kevin, it's OK. Slow down." I put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it gently. He reached up automatically to grip it, rubbing my hand for a moment.

"You're real." He muttered, smiling. "You're real. You're alive. You're here."

"I'm here, Kevin." I said the words with shame. He thought I was the other me. He thought I was the woman he married. I couldn't tell him the truth now, he was too scared – too frantic. I offered Jack and Mary another glance before leading Kevin away from the group. "Here, let's sit and talk." I offered. "It's going to be OK. We're here to rescue you." We reached the far corner, away from everyone else. Kevin held me tightly then, burying his face in my shoulder.

"I missed you so much." He whispered. He sounded near tears. "Kylie, I missed you so much. You were always the strongest one. I just… I missed you. I love you."

"I… I love you too, Kevin." I hated myself for saying the words. I hated it all. I had to tell him I wasn't his wife. I had to tell him the truth.

But when he pulled away, I could see such absolute joy in his eyes. He wasn't afraid for a moment. He was happy. He was so purely happy.

For a moment, I remembered what Bobby had told me. Kevin had been a good man. He had been a good husband. And I… I'd wanted to be this Kylie. I still did some days. It... It was easier. What if…

What if I didn't tell him?

What if I just went with it, and became that Kylie he wanted? Jo said to be me, no matter what. What if I wanted this to be me?

He kissed me again, one hand on my face and another entangled in my hand. This time I tried to kiss him back. I tried to think back on him, and feel the emotions he was feeling right now.

I just wish my heart could've been in it too.