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A/N: Okay, folks. Sorry about the delay. I accidentally erased this chapter so I rewrote it. I just want to give a special shout out to poeticgrace. I think this is what you've been looking for. Hehe. This chapter is pretty involved, so bear with me. I have about five or six more chapters left. I know, I know, a lot but trust me; it's worth the wait. So… here it is, ya'll!

9:23 pm

Michael and Paul stopped at an apartment complex. They got off the motorcycle without being noticed by passersby. Michael got out effortlessly, having gotten use to the jitters.

Paul looked up, "So, this is where Kelly and Ryan live. Wanna go up?"

Michael looked into the direction where Pam was and shrugged, "Sure, what the hell? What else could go wrong? Ryan has three arms?"

Paul chuckled, "Not quite. C'mon." He outstretched his arm and Michael held onto it. The two men closed their eyes and opened them in the hallway of Kelly's building.

Michael looked around, "This is nice. I didn't know Kelly was pulling money like this."

Paul shook his head, "She doesn't. Ryan does."

Michael looked confused, "Huh? "

Paul chuckled, "Your non-existence didn't leave everyone's lives a complete tragedy."

Michael turned on his heel, "Then why the hell are you showing me this?"

Paul shrugged, "Because, you have to know your full impact on people's lives, good or bad. It's only fair."

Michael looked at Kelly's front door, "So, is she the only person who's happy about me being dead."

Paul rolled his eyes, "You're not dead, Michael –

Michael nodded, rolling his eyes, "Yeah, I get it. God!" He turned to Paul again looking melancholy, "So, who else?"

Paul beckoned Michael to follow him into Kelly's apartment, "All in good time, Michael. All in good time." The two walked in their usual fashion through the wall, which lead them into the living room.

Michael took a look around the place and noticed little things like books and DVDs. He could tell which ones were Kelly's and which ones were Ryan's. Kelly's were obviously films with pink DVD covers like 'Mean Girls' or 'Clueless'. He even noticed a movie he enjoyed. "Ohh, 'What a Girl Wants'. I love that movie!" He looked at Ryan's, which were titles like, 'Garden State' or 'Mystic River'. "Yuck, those movies are so lame."

Paul rolled his eyes, "Hey, look at this."

Michael turned to where Paul was standing, "What?"

Paul pointed to the wall near the window, "Look. Pictures."

Michael walked over and looked at the different photographs, arranged in diagonal columns. He saw different moments of them together. At the beach, at a baseball game, at a carnival, at a Christmas party. In all the photos, they both seemed genuinely happy, even Ryan. In any pictures Michael saw of Kelly and Ryan, Ryan always seemed so unhappy, but here, he seemed to be absolutely content. Kelly, as usual, looked completely blissful. "Wow, they look… happy."

Paul nodded, "They are. They're very happy."

Michael looked at some of the other pictures. One in particular cut him off guard. It was one where Ryan was in a cap and gown. He was holding his diploma in one hand and had his arm around Kelly in the other. They both looked happy and content. "So, he got his MBA still?"

Paul nodded, "Oh yeah." He pointed to another picture that was off to side. It was a picture of Ryan, standing in front of a daycare. He had his arms outstretched, smiling from ear to ear.

Michael looked confused, "What's this?" He looked closer and saw the building, which read, 'Kyan's Kids'. "Kyan's Kids? What's that?"

Paul shrugged, "It's the second largest daycare facility chain in Northeastern Pennsylvania. It's Ryan and Kelly's business. They started it, together."

Michael looked more perplexed, "But… how?"

Paul sat down in a chair, "They started the concept before Ryan got his MBA, talking to clients from Dunder Mifflin and other local businesses and before they knew it, they already had potential clients for the daycare. Ryan got a loan from the bank and opened up the first daycare after six months of receiving his MBA. After that, they opened up two more the next year. They have five all together and are preparing to open up another one this Fall. Business is booming!"

Michael was going to say something when he heard voices coming from the back of the apartment, "I can't believe you don't like John Stewart. The man is a genius!" Ryan came into view and headed into the kitchen to the fridge. Michael caught a glimpse at him and butterflies flipped in his stomach. Ryan was clean-shaven, and smiling. Something that he never did. Ryan was looking in the fridge, "You have to kidding though, Kel. How can you not think he isn't funny?"

Kelly came out of the back and started laughing, "I don't know. He just seems so mad all the time. Like he is never satisfied with anything. And the things he does like are stupid." Michael looked at Kelly, whose hair was short like it was now, but she seemed more peppy and carefree. She came up behind Ryan and wrapped her arms around his waist as he was looking through the fridge. She leaned her head on his back, "I don't know what you see him anyway. He's not even cute to look at."

Ryan chuckled, turning around, "I'm not watching him because I think he's cute." He kissed her on her cheek, "I have you for that."

Kelly rolled her eyes, "Oh Ryan. You're a ditz." She giggled as Ryan kissed her neck. She playfully hit him on his arm, "You're still not gonna make me watch that stupid marathon."

Ryan looked at Kelly in her eyes and shrugged, "Fine. But we are watching Dave Chappelle instead."

She nodded vigorously, " I love him. Now, he's funny."

Ryan planted a kiss on her lips, "I love you." He held her in his arms and they rocked back and forth.

Kelly buried her face in her collarbone, "I love you, too." She put her chin on his shoulder and noticed the time on the oven clock, "Oh, Chappelle Show's coming on in three minutes. Beat ya there." She pushed him back and ran to the back of the apartment again.

Ryan ran after her, "You're dead, Kapoor!" Soon, there was laughter coming from the back of the apartment.

Michael looked at Paul completely in awe, "They're in love."

Paul nodded in agreement, "Very much so. They've been together for four years. They started dating shortly after Ryan started Business school."

Michael looked confused, "But they met at Dunder Mifflin when Ryan starting temping."

Paul shook his head, "No, he didn't. Dwight never hired him. They didn't need another person because no one committed suicide."

Michael objected, "No one –

Paul shook his head, "Lest we forget Tom."

It took a moment for Michael to register who Tom was, "Oh, that guy. He was weird anyway."

Paul rolled his eyes, "Anyway, Kelly and Ryan hit off pretty well from the start. They both had a lot in common and what they didn't have, they found in each other. Where Kelly ended, Ryan began." He chuckled, "Also, since they didn't work together, they saw each other an appropriate amount of time, and Kelly wouldn't completely wane on his nerves. But to tell you the truth, Ryan wouldn't have Kelly any other way. A life without her loving support and nurture isn't a life worth living." He walked up to a picture of them smiling on a couch, "They moved into this apartment together and lived together for about two years. Ryan never stepped a foot in Dunder Mifflin, never needed to. Kelly still works there and is co-owner of 'Kyan's Kids'. She still enjoys her work and is close friends with Pam."

Michael looked at the happy pictures of Kelly and Ryan again, "How did they meet?"

Paul chuckled, "They met when Ryan was temping at an ad agency. She was dating a guy there, but ended up being more interested in Ryan. The rest is history."

Michael looked completely in awe, "Wow… their life is so… great."

Paul nodded, "Well… like I said. No matter if you were alive or non-existent, people's lives will be affected, good or bad. In this case, it was a good thing. But that doesn't make your life less important. Your life or non-life is still a major part of their lives, either inadvertently or not."

Michael looked in the direction where Kelly and Ryan were, "I want them to be happy."

Paul shrugged, "Don't worry. Maybe they will be. Who knows?"

Michael turned around, "Will Jim and Pam?"

Paul shrugged, "C'mon, let's get going. We still have a few people to see in this area of town."

Michael nodded, "Who's next, hombre?"

Paul lifted his arm for Michael to hold onto, "Just a few other employees." They both closed their eyes and found themselves back in the parking lot when they opened them.

Michael walked up to the motorcycle, "How about I take the handles for a bit."

Paul looked stern, "No."

Michael pouted his lips, "Please –

Paul shook his head, "No. F-ing. Way."

Michael stuffed his head in his helmet and sat in the buggy, "You're no fun."

Paul scoffed, "I'm not stupid, either."

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9:42 pm

Michael and Paul rode quickly over to a small street. When Paul stopped, Michael neared flew right off his seat. After collecting himself, Michael looked around, recognizing the residential area.

"This is where Stanley lives." Michael nodded and pointed to the house in front of him. "I went here to drop off some forms he left." He chuckled, "He told me to never step on his property again." He starts tearing up, "He was so full of sass. Oh God!"

Paul rolled his eyes, "Would you get a hold of yourself? You haven't even seen him yet and you're ready to crumple."

Michael sniffed, "Sorry, it's just such a… emotional night."

Paul scoffed, "You haven't see the half of it." He beckoned Michael to the window of Stanley's home. "C'mere, look."

Michael walked up and peered inside, "So, what are we looking at?"

Paul pointed, "Look. There's Stanley watching his mystery stories."

Stanley was sitting in a reclining chair with house slippers on. He was sipping from a glass of red wine and watching the television intently. He shook his head after a watching a disappointing scene.

Michael scratched his head, "Doesn't look like anything out of the ordinary. Lemme guess. Stanley's happy too."

Paul beckoned Michael to walk through the wall again. Michael followed and stepped into the living room where he could see Stanley clearer.

Michael was going to ask something when the phone rang. Stanley answered, "Hello? … Oh hi, honey? How's everything? … How's your mother? … Mmmhmm… That's good, sweetie… it's late… yeah, I know…. I'll see you at Christmas… Love you too… G'night." He hung up the phone and shook his head, "Ah man."

Michael looked perplexed, "Where's his daughters? Where's Terri?"

Paul shook his head, "Stanley never met Terri. They met at a function of yours years ago, but of course never met because you never arranged it. Stanley's daughters live with their mother. She divorced Stanley because he was spending too much time at work, working under Dwight. Dwight consumed all Stanley's time and energy. He had nothing left, so she left him."

Michael shook his head, "This isn't right. My Stanley shouldn't be sitting here alone … and… c'mon, look at those baleful eyes.

Paul nodded, "I know. They are quite looming." They both stared into Stanley's eyes, consumed by his sorrow and despair.

Michael walked up to Stanley and whispered, "I never liked your wife, anyway. She was kinda a bitch."

Paul shouted, "Michael!" He rolled his eyes.

Michael shrugged, "Like he can hear."

Paul shook his head, "There's someone else I want you to see who lives down the street."

Michael looked intrigued, "Who? I don't know anybody –

Paul cut him off, "Yes, you do. C'mon." He walked out of Stanley's house and headed for the motorcycle.

Michael turned one last time to Stanley, "I saw this episode before. The chick in the red dress killed her boyfriend." He chuckled and headed out to the motorcycle.

Paul had already started the bike when Michael approached, "So, how far are we going?"

Paul shrugged, "Just a few blocks away."

Michael nodded, "Okay, let's rocket."

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9:49 pm

Michael and Paul approached the last house at the end of the block. It had a few lights on in the back. It had a homey glow that felt like everyone would feel at home here. Michael noticed the mailbox near the edge of the sidewalk, which read, 'The Vances'.

Michael turned to Paul, "The Vances? So this is –

Paul nodded, "Yep, This is the home of Phyllis and Bob Vance of Vance Refrigeration. C'mon, let's see how the lovely couple is doing." Paul walked up the house and walked through the wall.

Michael shrugged and followed close behind. He noticed that the inside of the house was just as welcoming as it was from outdoors. The living room had a gentle glow from the fireplace. The décor was something out of a Currier and Ive portrait. Michael noticed little pieces of Phyllis and Bob throughout the home.

Paul nodded, "Homey, isn't it?"

Michael nodded, "Yeah, it feels so… homey, yeah." He looked at photographs and noticed the wedding photos, pictures of Christmas parties at Dunder Mifflin, photographs of Pam and Roy with them at dinner, pictures of their bowling team. Michael turned around, "I don't understand. Everything's –

"The same, yeah." Paul nodded, "I wanted to show you this because as there are some things that changed drastically, others stayed the same. In this regard, Phyllis and Bob were met to be."

Michael looked around and took in the scene, "Wow… I'm glad that they're happy no matter what."

Paul nodded, "Glad to hear that. C'mon, we need to go downtown." Paul walked outside again and headed to the motorcycle.

Michael looked around one last time, taking in the warm setting and walked through the wall again. He headed over to the buggy and sat expectantly, "So, who's next?"

Paul shrugged, "I thought we would go to the local soup kitchen."

Michael looked confused, "Why? I don't know –

Paul shook his head, "When are you going to get it through your skull. You don't know this world. You have no memory of this world because you aren't part of it. What you think you know is false. All of it!"

Michael was taken aback from Paul's outburst, "I'm… sorry."

Paul shook his head, "So am I."

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9:54 pm

Michael and Paul pulled up in front of the local soup kitchen in downtown Scranton. There was a few people lingering outside, hanging out discussing politics, religion, anything that would keep their minds off their devastating lives.

Michael observed, "Who's here?"

Paul beckoned him to follow, "C'mon, it's nearly ten o'clock." Paul walked through an open door, while Michael followed close behind.

Michael scoped the crowd, looking for a familiar face. He was stopped in his tracks however when he noticed a familiar fiery red head of hair sitting in the far corner. Michael fastened his pace and found Meredith sitting at a table alone, eating a bowl of chicken noodle soup. "Oh my –

Paul looked sullen, "Yeah, I know."

Michael sat down across from her to get a better look at Meredith, "What happened?"

Paul sat next to Michael, "Well… Dwight had asked repeatedly to seek out counsel for her alcoholism, but she refused. So Dwight let her go. That caused to be more dependent on her alcohol. So much so that she neglected her children and lost custody. That caused even more dependence on alcohol, eventually losing her home and living on the streets."

Michael shook his head, "Oh my God, Meredith. Jesus." He squinted at her, looking at her mouth, "What's wrong with her –

Paul nodded, "Lock jaw."

"Lock jaw?" Michael turned in complete befuddlement, "How did she –

Paul nodded, "Well… since you didn't hit her with your car, she eventually developed rabies from her… outdoor life. She not on medication and her rabies are getting worse and worse."

Michael looked at Meredith with a mixture of disgust and pity, "That is so sad and … gross."

Paul rolled his eyes; "There's one more thing I want to show you before we go." Paul walks to another table and picks up a discarded newspaper. He walked back, "Look at this."

Michael skimmed the page, "The Grass Roots? Wasn't that a band back in the sixties?"

Paul nodded, "Yeah, and in the seventies. Had a few gold records and they're huge in China." He pointed at the members of the band, showing a familiar name."

"Creed Bratton?" Michael snatched the newspaper, "He never told me he was in a band."

Paul nodded, "Yeah, he's the bassist. They're on a reunion World Tour. They just kicked it off here in Scranton. Tickets been sold out for weeks. It's the biggest thing to hit Scranton since the Big Chili-Cook Off of '98."

Michael started pacing, "How could a this be happening? How could all this happen because of me?"

Paul beckoned Michael to the motorcycle, "All in good time, Michael. All in good time."

Michael latched out, "I wanna know now! Why is all of his happening?"

Paul shouted back, "You're not ready to know that yet. There's still more people for you to see. Now, c'mon. It's starting to get late."

Michael smacked his lips, "Fine. But I'm not talking to you on the way there."

Paul rolled his eyes, "Good. We could stop wasting both of our time."

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More to come. In the next chapter, everyone seems to have the same choice of eateries. I'll have a update tomorrow, I promise! Thanks for all the support. I'm officially finished with this story and it is pretty amazing. I hope you stick around to see it through.

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