Author's Note: I'm ending this. It has been so long since I have even watched the show that I no longer even know who the characters are anymore. But I did say before that I had an ending planned, so I found that file and I'm going to post it below. They are spoilers:

-There is a second murder case parallel with the psychic murder case

- The gorgeous woman that keeps appearing is just an illusionary symbol created by the true psychic.

-As Allison has more frequent dream contact with the 'other' her dreams take on a slightly ethereal appearance with settings containing elements of dark riddled with light

-Revealed that the 'other' is a child.

-Child's abusive past is revealed to explain current dissatisfaction with humanity.

-Allison learns her identity but cannot do anything because law cannot prosecute a child who has no evidence of doing wrong.

- the term "we are not angels" means to the child that their power was not meant to save only to destroy

-Allison accepts the phrase and adopts it as her own, but has a different take on it.

Excerpts from written portions:

-Child's past

And the 'other's' world faded into black as she fell into it – screaming.

"It was you wasn't it! It was you who fucking made that happen!"

"It wasn't! Father! I swear it wasn't me!"

The man who was the girl's father shook her violently and threw her roughly into the wall. "I fucking heard you! You little shit! You were screaming it in your sleep! How do you explain it then!"

The girl, Rosemary, sobbed. "I swear it wasn't me" She reached behind her.

"You killed my wife! You fucking killed my wife! After everything she did for you freak! You killed your own mother! Your disgusting! I hate you! I wish you'd never been bor—"

There was a gunshot. The man fell to the ground, dropping his hold on his child.

"Devil"

The child's eyes moved from her hand which held the gun, to the man on the ground.

She started screaming.

-Ending Scene

"Its gone now." The child whispered as the mechanical beep of machines monotonously repeated itself as it monitored her heart rate.

Allison looked up from the side of the bed.

"The voices. The feeling. Everything. It is gone." A tear ran down the girl's cheek. "The darkness is gone to."

Allison looked at her adversary, her teacher, for a moment before speaking. "Maybe it is for the best." Pity lined her eyes.

"I'm—" the child's voice broke. "That means that I – I am the same as them."

Allison never broke eye contact. "Yes" She paused for a moment. "But maybe that is alright too."

The child turned her head to look at her. Obviously it was painful through the tubes and monitors of the hospital bed. The other's eyes looked so tiered and pained, and the would-be-scar that ran from her temple to her chin was stitched up and gauzed over.

The child fragilely extended her hand and the blond woman took hold of it warmly. "I must have hit my head hard." The little girl giggled softly. "Maybe it's for the best. Maybe..." Her voice returned to a croaked whisper, "Maybe, now I can be an angel…"

Allison lowered her head grasping the child's hand warmly. She laughed "Maybe."

The child looked at her seriously. "But you can't be. Allison Dubois"

The older woman looked at her still smiling and repeated the words. "We are not angels"

The child frowned. "Yes."

The older woman continued to smile. "But I think it has a different connotation to me. You see, because of you I realize I cannot save everyone no matter how hard I try. After all I am not some guardian angel." She paused as she saw the change in expression of the young girl, "But, this power that I have. This power that I now control, it can't hold me back, I will not allow it to cause pain." Allison's features softened as her smile grew wider and she seemed to drift off in her thought. "I won't allow my power or my work to get in the way of my being a mother or a wife."

The child looked at her. A smile forming at her lips. It looked slightly awkward. Perhaps the girl wasn't used to doing it.

"You've taught me so much even if you never intended to. I realize the importance of my children and my husband." Her voice seemed to give out. "I won't abandon them anymore. I cannot save everyone, so at least. Please. Let me save the ones I love the most."

The psychic closed her eyes and the hospital room shattered from her view. Replacing it was the dream world. The border between life and death. The border between the living and the dead. The border between two worlds of which she belonged to neither.

Allison Dubois looked at the moonlit sky and the darkened clouds thinly outlined by a silver edge. A forest surrounded her. A glistening and still lake in front of her. Apparitions of the dead, the living, the desperate surrounded her in masses. Silent and silver figures that illuminated the cove.

Among them her husband and her children. Her brother. Her friends. She went to them, lowering herself into the black water. Silver ripples breaking the still surface. Arms extended, she hugged the forms of those she loved as they disappeared like wind through the branches of winter trees.

"I'm coming home soon. I promise."

Like it? Oh well. This could have had potential, but, I didn't think I'd finish in my life time. So basically, there is the ending and the uh, back-story.

Bye Bye. –airyie (Who is deeply sorry for not putting more time into this.)