Clay could only feel the wind around as he fell. And for the first time since he found out about Hannah's death he felt free, because there was a chance- that maybe just maybe- he could wake up in heaven with Hannah.

Tony didn't know what to do in that moment. I mean what do you do if your lifelong friend falls off a cliff in front of you? And what makes it worst is that he wanted to.

"Oh shit," Tony said as he saw Clay's body hit a rock and go limp. "Oh, god please no Clay."

Tony ran to his car and called 911, pleading that Clay would hang on and he would be okay.

And before Clay even had to the time to think a single thought about his parents, the tapes, or anything else, he smiled and let the bright light take over his vision.

I had a dream that you were mine

I've had that dream a thousand times

Tony didn't know what to say as the police pulled a limp Clay up from the bottom of the hill. The police officer who had climb down to pull him up looked up at Tony shaking his head.

Tony couldn't form a thought at the shake of the head from the police officer.

I should have know Clay would react like this! Stupid Tony!

He wanted to cry, it was taking everything for him not to cry as he looked at the smile on Clay's face and as the started to wrap him up in a body bag.

A body bag that looked like the one Hannah was placed in not a month ago.

"I'm sorry about your friend," the police officer said with pity in eyes. "But we need to know how to contact the boy's parents and we are going to need you to down to the station tomorrow."

"Yeah okay." Tony whispered.

After he gave them the Jensen's address Tony got in his care and after some thought he came to the conclusion to give answers to the Bakers, answers that might come out tomorrow.

Mrs. and Mr. Jensen sat up at the table. Clay was out late again and they couldn't handle it. Every sense Hannah Baker killed herself he was different.

Mrs. Baker had thought of every reasons that might be and she couldn't help but wondered which one was right.

Maybe he was her boyfriend. But Clay would tell them if he had a girlfriend, right?

Maybe he was the bully. But Clay would never bully someone, he was a sweet boy.

Mayb-

They were cut off from there thoughts as a loud knock from the front door echoed.

"Clay wouldn't knock." Mr. Jensen said standing up and walking over to the door.

Mrs. Jensen followed and looked up to see a police officer at the door with a sad expression on his face.

"Mrs. and Mr. Jensen I'm afraid I have bad news." He spoke taking of his hat. "May I come in?"

"No," started Ms. Jensen. "Please tell me it's not what I think."

Mr. Jensen wrapped his arms around him and looked up at the officer, who wore a look of pity.

"How?" He managed to ask.

"A buddy of his tired to pull him back from the edge of a cliff when he expressed thoughts of jumping." The police officer spoke. "But it didn't end well."

"Tony," Mrs. Baker's weak smile greeted him. "What can I do for you?"

"May I come in?" Tony said looking up at her upset. "I had answers for you and your husband."

"Of course come in."

A while later Tony sat down at the table with the Bakers, his phone and Hannah's tapes on it.

"Hannah left a job for me." He started. "She recorded tapes about why she did what she did, and I was the person she wanted to make sure it got around to the people it was suppose to."

"I don't understand." Mrs. Baker said.

"Just listen and you will."