A/N:Wow, I got this up fast considering everything I've got going on. School, Taekwondo, school, music lessons, school, band and choir concerts, school, career day, school. Oh, did I mention school? God, I've got too much stuff going on. Anyway, reviews please! Reviews make me happy, and me being happy makes me write more and better. That and chocolate. And caffeine, but that usually results in rabid plot bunny attacks and/or crackfics. Either way, they're unpostable and not good. By the way, my computer is being stupid and won't let me erase or add things to my stories. OK, so Mark isn't dead. No flowers for Mark, seeing as he's not dead. And madAgirly37, I meant to give Roger a flower. I really did! It was supposed to be an alstroemeria, which is Bella's favorite flower (for a reason). I've decided that Roger's favorite flower was an alstroemeria (It's mine, too).

"Mimi!" I gasped, sitting bolt upright. Madame Z looked troubled. Jen looked excited. I'm sure I looked like I'd seen a ghost. Paler than normal; cold, clammy, sweaty hands and forehead; ashy face.

Madame Z's eyes went wide.

"Go, Margaret, go. I must speak with your friend alone."

Jen obediently left the bungalow. The screen door slammed shut.

Madame Z grabbed her red hair by the bangs and pulled it off. Down fell a mess of tangled, chocolate colored curls.

"You. You're a fraud!"

"No, I'm not, Bella. I could see everything you could. And I recognized every face in that dream. I think I know what is happening to you."

"Why should I believe you?"

"My name is Kelley. I... I know the blonde man in your dreams."

"What?"

"The blonde man, with the camera."

"You can see."

She nodded.

I stood and walked to the door.

"Come back if there's anything new."

I paused at the doorframe.

"I will."

She smiled.

I walked home.

I spent the rest of the afternoon doing what any teenager would: homework.

Mom got home from work and kissed me on the top of my head at the kitchen table.

"Hey, Mom."

"Hey, honey. Guess what I did for you for while I'm on a business trip?"

"What?" I feigned excitement. Mom never really got it right surprise wise.

"I organized with Alison down the hall for you to spend two days with her and Tiffany!"

"Oh!" I laughed nervously, trying once again to be excited. "Tiffany and Alison. Great!"

As far as Mom knew, Tiffany Coffin and I were the best of friends. But the thing was, she wasn't. The friendship was all her and Alison's.

"They want you on Tuesday."

"OK."

God, I couldn't stand Tiffany and her stuck up ways and name and clothes. She was a total Momma's girl, and if her dad, Benny was alive, she'd be a daddy's girl too.

I gasped in realization.

"Mom, I left something at Jen's house. I need to go get it."

"Be back before six."

It was 4:47.

I bolted out the door, leaving the lobby in my dust. The cemetery was a mile and a half away. It would only take me fifteen minutes to get there. I was great at running long distance.

I ran to the row of headstones that I thought were the same as before. I panted out the names

"John… Rose… Nathaniel… Emeline… Vanessa… Albert…" I grimaced. Who named their kid Albert? There she was! April! I passed each name quickly, but with respect and tenderness. April, Angel, Thomas, Mimi, Roger. There he was. Benjamin Coffin III. Date of death: January 15th, 1996. It fit. This was Tiffany's father.

The flowers were looking rather shabby, so I ran to the florist's shop across the street. I picked up the same flowers as last time: daffodil, sunflower, Gerber daisy, orchid, alstroemeria, tulip, iris, lily. I cleared the beginnings of weeds, and placed the flowers lovingly on each.

What was with me? I never met these people (except for Benny, but I don't remember him) yet I loved them. Mimi and Collins especially. There was just something about Roger.

I began to hum.

A voice behind me said "What are you humming?"

I stopped suddenly and whirled around.

"I don't know." I honestly didn't.

He stared at my green eyes.

"Why are you here?"

A/N: Uh-oh, cliffy! In exchange for the next chapter, I demand 5 GOOD reviews. Ok, demand is a little controlling. I would like 5 GOOD reviews. GOOD ONES! Please and thank you.