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A/N: Hope you like this chapter. I am pleased at the reviews I received on my other chapter. Don't stop reviewing!

Mason and George walked into the waffle house and made their way over to where Roxy and Rube were sitting.

"Nice of you to finally join us." said Rube as he pulled out his brown leather book of post-its.

"Well it's not exactly my fault Rube. Mason had to dig the car out of the driveway."

Kiffany walked over to the small booth.

"And what can I get you today?" she asked

"I'll have a coffee please" said George

" Is that all?"

"Yes please Kiffany."

Kiffany looked at Mason.

"Nothing for me thanks."

Kiffany flipped another page on her notepad and walked away.

Rube frowned as he looked at George.

"What's up with you? You look like you didn't sleep at all last night."

"You can thank Daisy for that." George yawned. "She woke me and Mason up yet again last night."

"You have to do something about her Rube!" said Mason. "I'm bloody fucking worried about her. I have never seen her act so strange. She won't talk to me or George about it either. She just goes on like there is nothing wrong. Maybe you should talk to her." said Mason.

"I've already talked to her." said Rube.

"You have?" asked George. "Well? Tell me! Because I asked her last night and she gave me some bullshit answer about being to cold in her room."

"Listen. If she tells you, she tells you. If she chooses not to, it's her choice." He put the elastic back on his brown leather book.. "I have to leave now kiddies. I have a 10:30 assignment and I'm not about to be late. Enjoy the coffee." He said as he got up and left the little green booth.

"Fuck what he says. I going to get an answer!" pouted George.

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While Mason and George were at the waffle house, Daisy was home sitting at the kitchen table reading her magazine and drinking a cup of coffee.

Daisy flipped another page in her magazine as she sipped her coffee. She looked at the page in front of her. It was an advertisement for perfume, Chanel No. 5. Her favourite. Daisy looked at it, but her mind was elsewhere.

She couldn't get her mind off of the past two nights. Each nightmare disturbed her more than the first. And it scared her how much it was affecting her now. Why this year? It was as if the last sixty-six death anniversaries didn't even happen! Why now!

She turned the next page. Another advertisement. This time it was for a new brand of smoke detectors. The picture was a burning house with the words 'Will you get out in time?'.

Daisy's blood ran cold. Suddenly, she saw herself inside that costume room with the scorching flames growing closer and higher around her.

"No!" Daisy slammed the magazine shut and stood up.

But that didn't help anything. She could still hear the fire bell and the disappearing footsteps above her head.

"NO!" Daisy screamed as she took the magazine and threw it as hard as she could across the kitchen.

Daisy sat back down again, putting her head in her hands as she thought to herself.

'What the hell was that! Throwing things around like a child. Grow up! You know...you CAN beat this. Only tonight to get through then it's over. No more nightmares. Just stop thinking about it!'

Daisy sighed. She walked over to the window and looked out. It was snowing lightly. The sidewalks had been cleared and the roads plowedChildren were enjoying their day off school by building snowmen and snow forts in their front lawns

"I think I will do a little shopping today." she said to herself.

"Daisy? Are you home?" George called out as she walked through the door. She looked at the coat rack. Daisy's jacket and scarf were missing.

"Must have gone out." George muttered to herself. She called out to Mason."Mason! I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back later."

After hearing his reply, George got in her car and drove downtown. She knew that Daisy loved those little boutiques there.

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Around noon, Daisy walked into the Waffle House. The bell over the door jingled as she opened it. She spotted Rube sitting alone at the usual booth. She walked over and sat down with him.

"Why, Rube what are you doing here?" she asked him.

"Finishing lunch. Why are you here?."

"I came to get coffee. I need a little caffeine perk to get me through the day.."

Kiffany walked over to the booth

"What can I get you today?".

"Just a coffee please."

Kiffany nodded and walked away, returning with a steaming cup of coffee moments later.

"George tells me you had another nightmare last night." said Rube.

Kiffany returned with a cup of coffee. Daisy took it gratefully, and took a long sip. She sighed

"This isn't getting any easier to deal with Rube." she said as she looked at him. "Why won't the pain get easier? It's been sixty-six years already! You'd think that I would have moved on already!"

"Well. That depends, really."

"On what?"

"On wether or not you let yourself grieve." He said.

It was true. She never did let herself grieve her own death. She always pushed it aside, thinking that it would go away on its own. But did it? No.

Daisy shrugged.

"Well Rube, I'm not the kind of girl who likes to dwell on the past. What's done is done..."

"Is that really true Daisy?" he asked her as he put a twenty dollar bill on the table. "Lunch is on me." He said as he got up and left Daisy in the booth.

A/N: The next chapter is going to be up by the end of next week or sooner.