Disclaimer: I don't own What Dreams May Come.

Chris knew that Summerland was beautiful. After he had been there for months, he finally found Ian. His friend, Albert was a major part of the reason he had found his son. It was wonderful. As time passed, he noticed something. His daughter, Marie was nowhere to be found.

Summerland was a big place. He figured that was the reason he hadn't found her yet. One day when Ian, Chris, and Albert were talking Chris finally decided to ask about that.

"Can I ask you a question," Chris asked.

"Of course," Albert said, "Don't I always encourage you to do that?"

"I've been here nearly a year," Chris said, "and I can't find Marie. Where is she?"

Ian and Albert exchanged a glance.

"Dad," Ian said, "You don't want to know the answer to that question."

"Um… I'm pretty sure I do. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know."

"Chris," Albert said, "You won't like the answer."

"I want to know where Marie is," Chris said, "Why is that such a hard question to answer?"

"Sit down," Albert said gently.

Chris followed Albert's suggestion.

"Chris," Albert began putting his hands on Chris's shoulders, "Marie is in hell."

Chris looked at Ian, shocked. Ian nodded sadly.

"I tried to protect her," Ian said as his eyes filled with tears, "Just like I always did before we died but the devil doesn't play fair."

"It wasn't your fault, Ian," Albert told him.

"That's not fair," Chris said in a whiny voice.

It would have gotten a smile out of Ian if it weren't so serious. Back when Ian and Marie were four and eight, there were times Ian would whine that it wasn't fair that Marie got to stay up later than he did. Chris sounded exactly like Ian used to sound.

"I know it's not," Albert said, "The problem is that once someone is in hell, nobody can rescue that person. There's no way out of hell."

"WHY IS SHE IN HELL," Chris demanded, "SHE COULDN'T HAVE DONE ANYTHING WRONG!"

"Well," Albert said, "She didn't. Not exactly. But she was the one that caused the accident that killed her and Ian."

"Nanny let her drive," Ian added, "She got scared and pressed the gas instead of the brake."

"So, the nanny did something stupid," Chris began slowly, "But Marie is in hell? How is that fair?!"

"Dad," Ian said, "The devil doesn't play fair."

Chris looked out into the distance. He was quiet for a few minutes. He finally spoke.

"I'm her father," he said quietly and firmly, "I can rescue her."

"You don't understand," Albert began.

"It's not about understanding," Chris cut him off, "It's about never giving up. This is my daughter. She is a part of me. I'm not about to-"

"Chris," Albert interrupted, "You'd be risking your own soul. The devil wants as many people to suffer as possible. If you fail to rescue Marie, you would be damned."

"Better me than my daughter," Chris replied, "Besides I have GOD and Jesus on my side."

Ian looked at his father.

"Okay," he said, "But I'm coming with you."

"No," Chris told him gently, "I'm not going to risk losing you too."

"You're going to need a tracker," Albert said, "I'll come with you."

"Take care of him," Ian said.

"I promise," Albert replied.

"What is a tracker," Chris asked.

"A tracker is someone that helps you find what or who you need. I know a great tracker just across the river," Albert explained.

Chris nodded.

"Chris," Albert said, "What you're trying to do is really hard. The devil knows every trick in the book."

"I don't care," Chris said, "I do too."

"No. You don't. The devil knows more tricks than anyone."

"But he doesn't have GOD and Jesus on his side," Chris said unshaken.

The river wasn't blue. It was crystal clear, and Albert and Chris walked across the river's water.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to get used to this," Chris said with a small smile.

Albert didn't respond. He was really concerned about Chris.

"Are you sure about this," he asked Chris.

"Absolutely," Chris replied, "I am 100% sure of this."

A gentle breeze blew over the river. Chris smiled as the cool air gently went through his hair.

"It's not this way in hell," Albert said.

"I'm well aware of that," Chris replied.

"You don't know how bad it is," Albert intoned firmly.

"I know Marie knows," Chris answered, "I know that I'm not going to let this happen anymore."

Suddenly Chris found himself lifted off the floor.

"There's the tracker," Albert told Chris motioning to a man with white hair who was sitting in the air reading a book.

Chris knew it was going to be a long journey.