Lucas was standing in a graveyard, the same one that his uncle was buried in. But his uncle stood beside him, looking down at the headstone. Keith shook his head, letting out a soft laugh, causing his nephew to look over at him.

"It'd be nice to get some flowers once in a while," the adult said as he looked back to Lucas. The blonde frowned a bit as he looked back towards the gravestone. "She wants to, it's just hard for her," he said softly, referring to his mother.

Keith nodded a bit, putting his hands into his pockets as he glanced around. His eyes settled on Lucas again. "What about you?" he asked, watching as the teen looked back up at him. He raised an eyebrow slightly, watching Lucas's face turn to one of pain.

"I didn't believe in you," he stated, watching his uncle's face mimic the pain he felt. "I mean, after you died… I didn't believe in the idea of you," he explained. Keith gave a slight nod, letting his eyes land on the area where, hours before, Peyton's gravestone had been.

The life that Lucas could've led, had he made different decisions, didn't turn out to be that great. No matter what he did, someone got hurt, and it was killing him to see his loved ones in so much pain. Could his choices, so small and insignificant they were, really affect people this much?

His thoughts were cut short as he and Keith approached the grave. "Who's that woman by Peyton's grave?" he asked, nodding towards the elderly woman who had just laid roses down.

"That's not Peyton's grave," Keith explained, watching Lucas give him a confused look. "If it's not Peyton's…" Lucas trailed off, looking towards the grave again. He watched the woman shift into her past body, showing that it was Peyton who had laid the flowers down.

"It's your grave, Lucas, if that's the path you chose," Keith explained. Lucas stared at the girl in disbelief, watching as she tried to hold herself together.

In less time than Lucas thought was imaginable, he and his uncle were standing again in Keith's old auto shop. The blonde cleared his throat softly before saying, "I want to live." The adult stood up, looking at his nephew. "Are you sure?" he asked, leaning against Peyton's car.

Lucas nodded slightly, fighting the tears that came to his eyes. "I never told Peyton how I felt about her," he explained. Keith gave a slight nod, "I know." The blonde looked away for a brief moment. "We'll see each other again," Keith said, "you can believe that."

With the help of Keith, Lucas relived the moments of his life that proved what happened with each of his choices. Peyton was alive because of him, which made Brooke the Cheery he had always known. Haley and Nathan were together, assuming she made it through the accident. Not to mention all the other choices he had made, both the good and the bad.

He knew he had to make it out alive. Everyone's world would shift too far out of balance if he died.

He was standing in the school again on the day of the shooting. "I still can't believe Jimmy shot you," he could hear himself saying. Then Keith's voice came through, "Then why you do, Luke? He was your friend. You knew him, and you were kind to him."

"A lot of good it did me!" he challenged back, seeing his uncle getting frustrated. "If it did do any good, you wouldn't be dead!" Lucas could feel the pain and the anger rising in his chest, the same feeling he had when he found out about Keith.

"You're not looking, Luke! Tell me what you saw that day!" the adult yelled back, trying to get his nephew to grasp hold of the truth. "I didn't see anything," Lucas said, confusion obvious in his voice.

"Yes you did, Luke! Open your eyes! Open your eyes like you did your heart!" Keith said, his voice rising louder. The sound of a gun shot ringing through the empty hallways was the last thing Lucas heard.