Author's Notes: I'm up late again, jamming to my favourite band! In this chapter... another twist! Bwahahaha!!! ...Well that's enough of that. Let's just get to the story. :)

Soon after help arrived at the scene, Ben arrived at the police station. He went inside and sat on a hard plastic chair as he watched struggling convicts pass by and dart him weird looks. A woman in the restraint chair passed by, screaming for the officers to let her out. The intercom crackled. "Benjamin Tennyson, please report to the Chief of Police's office." Ben sat up and walked to the large green metal door.

"You wanted to see me sir?"

"Benjamin! Have a seat," beamed the joyful man. Ben sat down in the comfortable office chair. "You look cold, can I get you a shirt?" He had forgotten about the shirt he used to make a pillow for Gwen, but his mind was so cluttered with what had happened, he had forgotten. Then he remembered her. 'Gwen...' Painful memories shot into his mind. The Chief noticed Ben sulk back into his chair. "Son, you OK?" Ben snapped back into consciousness.

"Oh.. yeah... I just have a lot on my mind..."

"So do you want a shirt?" The kind man gave Ben a short-sleeve T-shirt.

"Thanks," said the young boy. He put the shirt on. "Now what was it you wanted?"

"Son... I got a call from the hospital earlier..." Ben's eyes grew wide. Could the love of his life have survived? Could his loving grandfather live longer? Through it all, in the back of his mind he knew they were gone. However, he let the man continue.

"..well... I think it would be better for you to see for yourself. Come on, let's go to the hospital." Ben got out of the chair and walked outside with the chief. As they turned the corner, they arrived at a shiny new Mercedes-Benz. The two got in the car and drove off to the hospital. The entire time, Ben's mind was in a jumble. Was his only family dead or alive? He just didn't know.

In a few minutes, they arrived at the hospital and walked in. The chief instructed Ben to have a seat as he walked up to the receptionist's desk.

"I'd like the key to room 402 please." The receptionist gave him a small silver key. The chief beckoned to Ben, who got up. Ben didn't know what to expect - would he see the shining, happy faces of his beloved cousin and grandfather, or would he see the cold, dead corpses of his only family? When they arrived at the room, the Chief exposed the small key and gave it to Ben.

"Go on in," said the man with a half-smile on his face. Ben drew a deep breath and closed his eyes as he turned the key. When he entered the room, he saw them lying on the bed. He thought they were sleeping. Max woke up and saw his grandson's face.

"Ben! You're alive!" He was almost in tears at the sight of his beloved grandson, who felt like a son to him. Ben ran up and gave his grandfather a giant bear hug.

"Grandpa, I thought I lost you!" Ben was in tears; he knew his family was alive. Soon after, Gwen woke up. Over Grandpa's shoulder, Ben saw her trying to sit up. He immediately broke the hug and ran over to his cousin.

"Gwen, don't try to sit up. You'll only make your injuries worse. Let me help." Ben raised the head of the bed and made her sit up, with some difficulty. "Are you all right?"

"Well," replied Gwen, "I'm in a lot of pain, but hey, we're all alive. I'll live." Ben went to go get his cousin another Sprite and some more pillows, and to get his grandfather some fresh coffee.

Ben looked at his grandfather, who was sound asleep.

"Gwen..."

She looked away from the television and at her cousin. "Yeah?"

"About what you said..." Ben looked around nervously. "Did you mean it?" He walked up beside the hospital bed she was confined in.

Gwen leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "How's that for an answer?"

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A week after the crash, the three were released from the hospital. With the Rust Bucket in pieces, they had to sleep it off in a hotel for a few weeks. Eventually, Grandpa found a bigger, newer Winnebago.

Grandpa and Gwen had to take physical therapy sessions until their injuries fully healed. With Ben only suffering a broken arm, he cared for everyone, getting things from high places, shopping for groceries, and all that. He had to do everything, especially - the most traumatizing thing - helping his grandfather use the bathroom. But he was happy to help.

In 3 months, all their injuries were healed, and they resumed life as normal... except for one thing...

Gwen loved Ben.

Author's Notes: Well that was it! I really hope you liked it. Good reviews are highly appreciated!