Disclaimer: All characters except the chorus kids (even though they aren't in this chapter, or any that are coming soon) belong to NBC.

Zack was sitting at home, just trying to think up a plot of where the chorus should travel and how to make it happen. Just as Zack had thought of an idea, the doorbell rang. Quickly, he wheeled to the door to answer it.

"Are you Mr. Zachary Morris?" a police man asked.

"Yes..."

"I'm afraid you are under arrest for manslaughter and I am also serving you a notice that the family of Stacy Corosi is placing a lawsuit against you," the officer responded, frowning at Zack.

"Officer, there must be some mistake... I haven't hurt anybody.... And Stacy was just a summer girlfriend! What is she suing for?" Zack stammered, fearing the two charges were connected.

"Come on, Morris, let's get you down to headquarters," the officer respond and pushed Zack out of the house.

"Can you get in the car on your own?" the officer asked.

"I can get in just fine," Zack snarled.

Zack pushed himself in and the officer proceeded to handcuff Zack and let him wiggle back into the seat.

"Mom, they've arrested me!" Zack practically yelled into the phone.

"But you're just my baby! Why didn't I even get notified!?! When I get my hands on them..."

"Mom, I'm 18. They can do what they want. But they still won't tell me why."

"They have to tell you! Oh my baby, my poor baby..."

"Mom, just come down as soon as you can..."

"I'm on my way now honey."

Zack hung up the phone. He had never felt so alone in his life, including those miserable days of pain in the hospital. Why him? And what did he do to Stacy Corosi? Zack turned around and saw an officer standing behind him.

"Please, sir, can you tell me what is happening?" Zack pleaded with the officer.

"Nobody has told you?"

"No sir."

"Let's go into a private room..." the officer replied and walked down the hall and held open a door. Zack wheeled himself into the room.

"Okay, are you aware that the car that hit you had the right of way?" the officer asked.

"Yes, but it was speeding! I couldn't see it because of the trees!"

"Are you aware that the person in the car died?"

"No..."

"Stacy Corosi was in that car. She was headed to her father's beach resort."

"S-- Stacy?"

"Did you know her?"

"Yes... She was my girlfriend..."

"I'm so sorry... Ahem. So you're being charged for manslaughter since you intentionally went when it was not your right of way and Stacy's family is suing you because of the unbelievable pain you have caused them and for the funeral costs and for killing her," the officer seemed as though he was trying to be gentle about it, but looked suspicious of Zack none the less.

"Sir... there were trees... and she was speeding.... I have a witness!" Zack stammered, in total shock of what was happening to him.

"You have a witness?"

"Yes... Kelly.... Kelly Kapowski."

"Well, you just write down her info and we'll give her a little call. Okay son?"

"Yes..." Zack proceeded to write down her address and phone number on the slip of paper that he was given.

How had the tables turned like this? He could not wrap his mind around the idea of Stacy being gone, forever. It was so unfair... Yet, Zack felt almost like he was punished by her death. Not only would he be the one charged with it, but he had lost his ability to walk, and was still very mentally scarred.

"This will be your home for the next... well, for a while," the officer said, pushing Zack into his cell.

"Visitor for Mr. Zachary Morris," the guard announced and opened the door.

"I've got to wheel you to the visitation room. Give me your hands," the guard demanded and he immediately hand cuffed him.

The ride felt like it took an eternity, as Zack was wondering who it would be. The first day he was in there his mother stopped by, and his mother had stopped by every day after. They banned her visitation rights though when she had tried to slip Zack some homemade banana bread that had money baked into it. The officer knew something green was in the bread and assumed it was drugs.

The guard wheeled Zack into the dark visitation room then went to wait outside and shut the door behind him.

"Zack, I am so sorry!" Kelly squealed as she gave him a huge hug.

"Ouch, Kelly, you're going to suffocate me..."

"They make you wear these when you're visiting with someone?" Kelly frowned, playing with his handcuffs.

"I'm treated like dirt. As if I'm going to bust out of here and steal a car. Ha ha," Zack laughed weakly.

"It's horrible..."

"How many days have I been in here? I've lost count."

"About two months now... I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to visit... They wouldn't let me for the longest time because I'm a witness. They had to get my story first... Then they kept coming up with excuses. After your mom got kicked out they wouldn't allow you to have visitors for about a month. Why they thought the money was drugs..."

"They probably thought I would buy drugs with the money. But the money was for the 'convenient store,' so I could actually have some real shampoo and soap. I think the stuff they give us is just colored water."

"Zack... You look so thin..."

"I know... Some guy keeps taking my food...."

"You have to report it."

"I have. They do nothing about it."

"The trial is in a week. They've told you, right?"

"Yeah... I don't get it. I JUST DON'T GET IT. I've been mourning over Stacy ever since I found out... Stacy's father is trying to sue me for every penny I'm worth and the police want to charge me for her death! Yet she was the one speeding and I'm in a freakin' WHEELCHAIR for the rest of my life!"

"Zack... Zack...." Kelly ran her fingers through his silky blonde hair, which now had very brown roots.

"Kelly, I don't know how much longer I can take it."