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A/N: Here's the next chapter. Its SOOO long and took me forever to write so I hope you all like it. Oh and thank you to all those who reviewed...it's helpful to me as a writer to see how you guys are thinking so I greatly appreciate all of your comments! - Jasmine

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Later that afternoon...

"Come in!" Brooke shouted out from her spot on the living room couch. "The door's unlocked!"

The door slowly creaked open and Haley emerged.

Brooke, who had been busy looking at some fabrics, looked up and smiled. "Hey Tutor Mom, what's going on?"

"Nothing much." Haley said as she plopped down next to Brooke on the sofa. "I was just in the neighborhood so I thought I'd stop by."

Brooke nodded. "Well I'm glad you did. Julian's not going to be back until tomorrow morning so I could really use the company."

Haley looked down at the material that Brooke had been sifting through and picked up some blue fabric. "Is this the material you're going to use to make Jack's Yankee Doodle costume with?"

Brooke nodded, picked up her sketchpad and passed it over to Haley. "What do you think?"

Haley smiled down at the costume sketch. "It's great. Jack's going to look so adorable. All of his little classmates are going to look adorable in their costumes that you made for his little school play."

"But no one's going to look cuter than Jack." Brooke said as she took the sketchpad back from Haley. "I can't wait to see him in his costume when I'm finished. And I can't wait to see Peyton's face when she sees him in it. She's going to love it."

Haley slowly nodded. "Yeah speaking of Peyton..."

"What is it?" Brooke asked, slightly worriedly.

Haley sighed. "Well we went to Charlotte earlier to check out a band and before heading home we decided to swing by the mall out there to do some shopping...have lunch at the little café we both love and ..."

"And?"

"Well right after we finished eating I went to the bathroom real quick and when I came out I saw Peyton like...frantically running out of the café in search of a little girl she said she thought was Sawyer."

Brooke's eyes widened. "She...really thought she saw Sawyer?"

Haley nodded. "Yeah."

Brooke shook her head and sighed. "That's...not good."

"It's not." Haley said agreeing. "It worries me...a lot."

"Do you think she's going to tell Lucas about it?"

Haley shrugged. "I don't know, but he...he really NEEDS to know so...if Peyton doesn't end up telling him about what she...thought she saw and what's going on in that of hers soon then I will because it's really not healthy for her to be thinking she's seeing Sawyer when...when she knows that she's...dead."

"It isn't." Brooke said concurring. "It really isn't."

Brooke and Haley sat together for a long while in silence before returning their attention back onto Brooke's sketch and Jack's costume material.

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Peyton looked lovingly at the heart-shaped locket with an S on it in her hands.

She sniffled, opened it up and traced her finger over the small lock of blonde hair that lied inside of it. She then closed it, shut her eyes and held the locket close to her heart.

Just then Kari, with a Dr. Seuss book in her hands, came scurrying out of her room and over to her mother on the couch. She held the book up to Peyton, who didn't seem to notice her.

"Mama."

Peyton said nothing.

Jack then walked into the living room from his own bedroom. "Mom, are you ready to help me with my lines for the play?"

Once again Peyton said nothing.

A now very impatient Kari screamed out. "MAMA!"

Peyton snapped out of her trance and directed her attention toward the kids. "What is it?"

"I need you to help with my lines for Yankee Doodle and I think Kari wants you to read to her."

Kari again held her book up to Peyton.

Peyton ran a hand through her messy locks and sighed. "Kari, mama will read to you later, okay?"

The toddler frowned and slowly made her way back to her bedroom.

"What about me? Are you going to help me?"

Peyton sighed again. "Jack, can't...you have your Dad run lines with you when he gets home?"

"But you told me that you would." Jack retorted.

"I know I did but..."

"But what?"

"I can't, okay?!" Peyton said getting up from her spot on the couch. "I just...can't do it. Not right now. I can't..." She then left her son alone in the living room and headed into the kitchen.

A very disappointed Jack slowly walked back to his room and plopped down on his bed. He sat their for a long while in silence before Kari scampered in with her Dr. Seuss book and held it up to him.

Jack sighed, hopped off, picked Kari up, sat her down on his bed and took a seat next to her.

His little sister handed him the book, which he opened and began reading. "The time has come. The time has come. The time is now. Just go! Go! Go! I don't care how. You can go by foot. You can go by..."

He pointed to a picture and Kari yelled out. "Cow!"

Jack nodded and resumed reading. "But Marvin K. Mooney, will you please-"

"Go now!" Kari shouted excitedly.

Jack continued. "You can go on skates. You can go on skis. You can go in a hat. But please go, please..."

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Later that evening...

Lucas opened up the door to his home and entered inside, with a pizza in his hand. "Hey everyone, I'm home and I brought us a pizza for dinner!"

Lucas got no response. "That's strange." He whispered to himself.

He headed into the kitchen, placed the pizza box down on the counter and headed toward Kari's room. He poked his head inside and found his daughter fast asleep in her crib.

Not wanting to wake her, he quietly tiptoed out of her bedroom, gently closed the door behind him and made his way to Jack's room.

He knocked, opened up the door and found his son lying on his bed coloring.

"Jack didn't you hear me? I brought a pizza home, don't want you some?"

The little boy kept his gaze fixated on his coloring book and shook his head no. "I'm not hungry."

"You sure?"

Jack nodded as he grabbed an orange crayon and placed his blue one back in the box.

"Well then do you want me to run lines with you for the play or did mom already help you?"

"She didn't." Jack responded, somewhat coldly. "All she's really done today was sleep. She's actually STILL asleep."

Lucas sighed. "I'm sorry bud. But if you want I can help you."

Jack shook his head. "I'm not in the mood. I just want to color."

Lucas slowly nodded. "Okay."

He stood watching Jack for a minute before eventually exiting the boy's room and heading into his own.

He found a red-faced Peyton fast asleep, curled up and clutching the locket around her neck. Lucas stared long and hard at Peyton and sighed. He then gently closed the door and exited the room.

Lucas then made his way back into the kitchen.

He pulled out a seat at the kitchen table and sat down. He then sighed and began staring aimlessly at the wall.

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Later that night...

A restless Peyton tossed and turned in bed as she dreamed...

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Sawyer, with a bunch of wild flowers in her hand, ran over to Peyton. "I picked these for you Mama." She then presented the flowers to her mother.

"They're beautiful." Peyton said admiring the bouquet. She then sniffed them. "And they smell so wonderful."

Peyton picked her little girl up from off the grass and hugged her tightly. "Thank you for the flowers rockstar."

"You're welcome."

Peyton then set Sawyer down, took her daughter's left hand into her right and the two walked off together toward the porch swing by a large oak tree.

Peyton sat down on the swing, lifted Sawyer onto her lap, and cradled the girl in her arms. "My little star...I love you so much, you know that?"

Sawyer nodded. "And I love you Mama."

Mother and daughter sat quietly together for a long while before Peyton finally spoke up. "How about we listen to some old school tunes?"

Sawyer smiled brightly and nodded.

Peyton leaned down, grabbed a couple of records from off the grass and began sifting through them. "Okay we've got The Beatles, Van Morrison-"

"Van Morrison!" Sawyer shouted out. "Brown Eyed Girl."

"You got it."

Peyton leaned over to her right, where the record player stood on a stand, and put on the Van Morrison record. The yard soon filled with music and Peyton began singing to Sawyer.

"And whatever happened...to Tuesday and so slow. Going down the old mine with a...transistor radio. Standing in the sunlight laughing. Hiding behind a rainbow's wall. Slipping and sliding...all along the waterfall with you...my brown eyed girl. You...my brown eyed girl..."

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Peyton stirred and slowly awakened.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up in bed. She glanced over at a sleeping Lucas and then began shaking her head.

"I never sang Van Morrison to Sawyer." Peyton whispered very quietly to herself. "And that's because I don't like him."

She let her voice trail off and thought for a moment before speaking again. "I...I never called her my little star either. Me calling Sawyer that and singing Brown Eyed Girl to her...n-none of those things ever happened. So...why did I dream it?"

Peyton sat staring aimlessly off into the dark for a long while before eventually laying her head back on her pillow.

She wiped away a tear that had fallen down her face, took in a deep breath and closed her eyes...

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"Mama, help me!"

Sawyer began kicking her legs and swinging her arms violently around in an attempt to stay afloat in the raging river. "HELP ME!"

Sawyer fought with all her might to keep from sinking, but failed and the violent currents overtook the little girl, submerging her underneath the water.

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Peyton popped up and cried out. "NOOOOO!"

Her screams caused Lucas to awaken and he immediately sat up and looked over at his wife. "Peyton, are you alright?!"

Peyton looked over at Lucas, shook her head and burst into tears.

He turned on his bedside lamp and embraced his wife. "Honey, talk to me. What's going on? What's the matter?"

Peyton wiped her face, took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I-I had a...b-bad dream. A nightmare."

Lucas slowly nodded. "Was it...about Sawyer?"

"Yeah."

She sighed and ran a hand through her messy locks. "Sawyer she...she drowned. She was begging f-for me to save her but I couldn't. It was like I was watching her drown on a tv screen or something. I-I could see her but..."

Peyton let her voice trail off for a minute before continuing. "But I...couldn't save her."

Lucas blinked back the tears that had been welling up in his eyes. "Peyton-"

"I thought I saw Sawyer." Peyton said interrupting. "Earlier today...when I was at the mall with Haley in Charlotte. I swore I saw her. I...I DID see her."

Lucas opened up his mouth a little in shock at his wife's declaration, but said nothing.

Peyton sighed. "And now you think I'm crazy."

Lucas shook his head. "I...I don't think you're crazy."

"But you CLEARLY don't think I saw her either." Peyton said as she removed herself from her husband's embrace and got up from off their bed.

Lucas pondered for a long while before speaking. "I think that...you might have seen a little girl who...maybe looked a little bit like Sawyer and-"

"No!" Peyton said cutting him off. "I didn't see a little girl who looked LIKE our daughter. I saw a little girl who from where I stood staring looked EXACTLY like our daughter!"

Lucas sighed. "But Peyton...you...you do realize that this girl you saw...no matter how much she looked like Sawyer, couldn't actually be Sawyer. Because Sawyer...she's dead. She is dead."

Peyton stood silently in place for a minute before sitting back down on the bed. "Is she?"

Lucas raised an eyebrow and eyed his wife curiously. "W-what do you mean is she?"

Peyton remained quiet for a long while before responding. "I...I know that I didn't imagine seeing her at the mall today. And I know that I didn't mistake some other little girl for her."

She paused momentarily and then continued. "I saw Sawyer...m-my little mini me...standing in front of a toy store window and the only way that would be possible is if Sawyer had never died!"

Lucas shook his head in frustration and began yelling. "W-we sat up in that hospital room with Sawyer for four days straight! We were there when she went into cardiac arrest! We were there when ...they put her on life support! We were by her bedside when the doctors told us that she was brain dead! We..."

He let his voice trail off for a minute as he let the tears that had been welling up in his eyes pour down his face. "We decided TOGETHER to take her off of life support and TOGETHER we sat, holding Sawyer's hand, and watched as her doctors took out her breathing tube and cut off her machines and on May 21st Sunday night at 11:11 pm she went! SHE WAS GONE!"

"But what if it wasn't her?!" Peyton exclaimed. "What if the little girl we watched die wasn't Sawyer?!"

"WHO ELSE COULD IT HAVE BEEN PEYTON?!" Lucas shouted out. "Sawyer she...she was burned...beyond recognition and covered nearly head to toe in bandages but it was her! What other little girl would the firefighters have pulled out from OUR burning house!?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Peyton cried out. "But they must have pulled someone else out because I saw Sawyer! I SAW HER! So maybe the fire was set intentionally by someone so they could take her and-"

"STOP IT!" Lucas shouted, cutting him off. "I CANNOT keep listening to you talk like this!"

"Talk like what?!" Peyton asked yelling. "Talking like Sawyer could still be alive when she might very well be?!"

"She's not!" Lucas shouted out again. "And I can't listen to you entertain the idea any longer!"

Peyton shook her head and bawled out hysterically. "I-I can't believe that YOU don't want to believe that Sawyer could still be alive!"

Lucas hopped up from off the bed and stood in front of Peyton. "Peyton, I LOVED and still LOVE Sawyer with all my heart! I think about her ALL THE TIME! When I see Kari get mad and crinkle up her nose like Sawyer used to do...when I see other little girls with their fathers and find myself wondering what Sawyer would be like if she were here today....wondering who she would have grown up to be and wondering what it would've been like to have been able to walk her down the aisle on her wedding day! How maybe if when I went to buy our smoke detector I had grabbed the box on the left instead of the defective one on the right that maybe Sawyer would be alive and with all of us right now!"

Peyton sighed. "Luke-"

"There is not a DAY that goes by where I don't think about our daughter and wish she were here but the one thing I can't sit around here and do is hear you talk about how she might still be! I CAN'T GO THERE!"

"WHY?!"

"Because I can't run away from what is! I can't keep wanting and wishing for something that I KNOW I can't have! That my brain is telling me is impossible and what I feel in my heart just isn't true! It hurts...TOO MUCH to do that!"

Peyton sniffled and wiped her nose. "Y-you really believe in you're heart that...Sawyer's dead?"

Lucas rubbed his red, teary eyes and slowly nodded. "I do. And I know...deep down in your heart that you do too."

Peyton closed her eyes, grabbed a hold of the heart shaped locked around her neck and let her mind drift...

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"It's time."

A red-eyed Lucas took in a deep breath, looked up at the doctor and nodded.

He then turned his attention back onto Sawyer, took his right hand into hers, kissed it and whispered quietly. "I love you baby. I love you...s-so much and I will always love you. You...w-will always be my little girl."

A tear-stricken Peyton, who was sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the bed, stared lovingly at Sawyer, picked up her daughter's left hand and said to her quietly. "On the day that you were born I told you that I was going to love you forever and I am. I am going to love you forever Sawyer Scott. Forever and ever."

She then kissed her little hand and brought it up to her chest.

The attending doctor nodded over at his two interns. One began taking out Sawyer's breathing tube while the other disconnected her from the heart bypass machine and respirator.

Once they were done the two stepped away and joined the head doctor in a corner by the door.

Sawyer's vitals remained steady for a minute before slowly diminishing and eventually stopping all together, causing her heart monitor to flat line and brining both Lucas and Peyton to tears.

The head doctor turned his attention to the auburn haired intern to his left. "Call it."

She sighed and looked down at her watch. "Time of death 11:11p.m."

The brown haired intern walked up to the heart monitor machine, cut it off and then he, along with his co-intern and attending exited the room.

Lucas buried his face into his hands and sobbed while Peyton laid her head down on Sawyer's chest and cried uncontrollably.

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Peyton placed her hands on her heart and began hysterically crying. "Sawyer she...s-she's gone. Our baby is gone and she can n-never going to come...back to us. She's never coming back."

Lucas hastily wiped away his own tears, sat down next to Peyton, held her and whispered into her ear. "She's not. She's not."

Peyton rubbed her eyes and laid her head down on Lucas's shoulder and the couple sat up like that together into the wee hours of the night.

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The next day. Evening time. Naley house...

Lucas, with Jack by his side, knocked gently on the front door of the house and entered. "Hales?"

"I'm in the kitchen!"

Jack scurried off toward the kitchen with Lucas following not too far behind.

"Hi Aunt Haley."

Haley bent down to Jack's eyelevel and hugged him. "And how's my favorite nephew doing today?"

"Okay." Jack said quietly as he let go of his aunt and sniffed the air. "Do I smell cookies?"

Haley chuckled. "Yes you do."

She then walked over to the stove, grabbed two oatmeal raisin cookies from off a baking pan and handed it to Jack. "Here you go buddy."

"Thank you."

Jack then took a bite of one of the cookies. "These are good."

"Well I'm glad you like them." Haley said smiling. "Now can you do me favor and go upstairs and tell Jamie it's time to go?"

Jack nodded, brushed passed his father and headed out of the kitchen and toward the stairs.

"So is Nathan ready for the big game seven against Cleveland?" Lucas asked as plopped down in a chair at the kitchen table.

"Oh yeah." Haley said as she picked up a cookie and took a bite. "Especially after hearing LeBron smash talking on SportsCenter a couple of nights ago."

Lucas slowly nodded, but said nothing.

"Peyton's still coming tonight, right?" Haley asked as she finished up her cookie.

"Yeah but with Brooke. The two of them went up to the outlets in Raleigh and are just going to meet us at the arena."

The kitchen momentarily filled with silence before Haley spoke again. "Luke, I know that you and Peyton have been going through a lot of stuff and...you know that Nathan would understand if you two didn't want to-"

Lucas put his hand up. "No tonight's game will be a nice, much needed distraction for us."

He paused for a moment and then continued. "I think our argument last night about her seeing Sawyer and my words...really hurt her, but she needed to hear it and I think that now that she has the two of us can go back to...regaining that closure."

Haley slowly nodded her head in understanding.

Just then Jamie and Jack ran into the kitchen from upstairs.

Jamie grabbed a few cookies from off the baking pan. "Let's go I don't want to be late!"

He handed one to Jack and the two hurried off toward the front door.

"We better get going." Lucas said, chuckling softly at the boys' enthusiasm.

He got up from his chair and he and Haley made their way to the front door and together the four exited the house.

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A little while later in Charlotte...

"So Julian really couldn't get out of his meeting?" Peyton asked as she slammed the passenger side door shut.

Brooke shook her head. "He tried, but no. He still might come, but if he does it won't be until after halftime."

Peyton nodded and the two of them made their way into the arena and began walking toward their section.

"Has Lucas called you?" Brooke asked as she stopped walking and began looking around for something in her purse. "Him, Haley, Jamie and Jack should be here by now."

"They are." Peyton said as she stood silently reading to herself the text Lucas had just sent her. She then placed it in her handbag. "He just sent me a text saying that they're all here and sitting down."

Brooke nodded, pulled out her lip gloss, and applied it to her lips and the two quietly continued to make their way toward their seating area.

After walking for a few minutes in absolute silence Brooke glanced over at the blonde. "You and Luke...you're okay, right? I mean...that shouting match you had the other-"

"Was something that needed to happen." Peyton said cutting her off.

She paused for a moment and took in a deep breath before speaking again. "I...know that I couldn't have actually seen SAWYER. And I know that it's not healthy for me to be...thinking that she might still be alive somehow because...because I know that she's dead. I feel that void in my heart everyday...an emptiness that's never going to be filled but hopefully in time...will be a little bit easier to live with."

Brooke gave her a friend a sympathetic nodded, took her hand into hers and squeezed it. "I'm always here for you P. Sawyer. Always. So whenever you need me..."

"I'll let you know." Peyton said quietly as she gave Brooke a half-hearted smile.

The two best friends continued walking toward the section, reaching it a few minutes later. It only took a minute for them to catch sight of Lucas, Haley and the boys and they made their way over to them.

"Hey guys." Brooke said as she plopped down in a seat next to Jack. She picked him up and sat him down on her lap. "And how's my boyfriend doing today?"

"Okay."

"You ready to watch your Uncle Nathan kick some butt tonight?"

Jack nodded and then directed his attention to the players warming up out on the court.

Brooke smiled down at him and began chatting with Haley.

Peyton slowly made her way over to Lucas and sat down next to him. She gave him a small smile, caressed his cheek and gave him a quick kiss.

Lucas smiled softly, took Peyton's hand into his and the two directed their attention to the basketball court.

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"This has been one heck of a game" one of the sports commentators said into his microphone to his co-commentator, Charles Barkley.

Barkley nodded his head. "That it has. Both LeBron James and Nathan Scott have been playing some exceptional basketball...James with 34 points 10 rebounds and Scott with 27 points and 12 assists. Both of those guys have been on fire tonight."

"And even though Cleveland is up by two with just sixteen seconds left in the fourth I think it could be anyone's game."

"Most definitely." Barkley chimed in. He then focused his attention onto the court as the game was about to resume.

"Come on Dad!" Jamie shouted out from his spot in the stands. "You can do it!"

Once the Bobcat's time out was over Nathan and four of his teammates walked back onto the court where LeBron and his Cleveland team were waiting for them.

One of the three refs handed the ball off to Boris Diaw and blew the whistle.

"Sixteen seconds left on the clock. Diaw with the ball, looking to inbound it. He dishes it off to Raja Bell who makes an overhead pass to Scott across court. Twelve seconds now left on the clock...James on Scott who has the ball..."

Nathan dribbles back and forth in front of LeBron and with only five seconds left on the clock dribbles passed him and just before the buzzer goes off Nathan steps behind the arc and shoots a three.

"Scott for the win..."

The basket swishes into the net, confetti falls onto the court and the crowd goes crazy.

"Nathan Scott hits the three and for the first time ever the Charlotte Bobcats are this year's Eastern Conference champions and they will be playing the Western Conference champs, the Los Angeles Lakers, in this years NBA finals!"

"THEY WON!" Jamie exclaimed loudly to his mother. "AND DAD WON IT FOR THEM! WOOHOOO!"

Jack was clapping wildly and screamed out excitedly to Lucas. "Did you see Uncle Nathan hit that shot Dad?! Did you see him?!"

"Of course I did!" Lucas said as he lifted his young son up into his arms. "WAY TO GO NATE!"

Brooke turned to Peyton and hugged her. "They won!"

"I know!" Peyton yelled out excitedly. "This is great! I'm so happy for Nathan!"

Brooke, Lucas, Haley, Jamie and Jack continued to clap, watch the commotion on the court and talk game while Peyton looked up at the replay monitor hoping to catch Nathan's game winning shot again but instead saw that the screen was showing some excited Bobcat fans celebrating.

Just as she was about to redirect her attention to the court Peyton caught glimpse of a handsome, young brown-haired man with a happy little blonde girl, in an oversized Nathan Scott jersey, clapping and cheering on top of his shoulders.

Peyton's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she quickly realized this was the same little blonde girl standing at the toy store window at the mall a day earlier. The same one she swore had been Sawyer.

Peyton ripped her eyes away from the screen and let her mind wander back to the days when she would watch Sawyer, in her own oversized Scott jersey, cheering loudly for her Uncle Nathan from atop of Lucas's shoulders.

Her thoughts quickly returned back to the present day and she immediately looked back up at the monitor but saw that it was now showing game highlights.

Peyton's face turned pale and Brooke took notice. "Peyton, are you okay?"

The blonde slowly nodded. "Yeah I'm fine I'm just...hot is all. I'm going to go...get a little air. I'll...b-be right back."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Lucas asked his wife.

Peyton shook her head. "No, I'll be right back."

Lucas nodded and moved over to let Peyton scoot pass him, which she did. She then made her way out of the section and hurriedly headed off toward the restroom area.

She walked into the empty restroom, over to one of the sinks, stared into the mirror and began repeating to herself over and over again, "Sawyer is dead. Sawyer is dead. Sawyer is dead..."

She then let her voice trail off and stopped talking for a minute before speaking again. "But if she's dead then why do I see her?! Why am I seeing her?!"

Peyton closed her eyes and began breathing heavily. "S-something...strange is going on and I...I n-need to figure out why I keep seeing my dead daughter..."

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So there it is! I really hope you all liked it! So...Peyton was sure she saw Sawyer at the mall in Charlotte. And because she's so shocked by what she's seen Sawyer is the only thing that's on her mind. She's all Peyton's thinking about and she completely brushed Jack and Kari to the side without even a second thought. I have a funny feeling that's not going to be the only time she does that. Anyways...she then goes to bed and has these strange dreams about Sawyer. The first one's strange because...it never happened. Why would Peyton refer to Sawyer as her little star when she never did and sing, of all Van Morrison songs, Brown Eyed Girl, to her when doesn't even like him? Why is Peyton dreaming false memories? And why in Peyton's second dream did she see Sawyer drowning when she died in a fire? Hmmm. Well anyways, Peyton becomes hysterical and Lucas wakes up and she tells him about the mall incident and how she thought she saw Sawyer. Peyton is sure that Lucas probably thinks she's crazy, but he tells her that he doesn't but that he also knows that she didn't actually see Sawyer because Sawyer's dead and how they watched her die. Peyton then starts talking about how maybe they didn't...maybe the severely burned little girl the firefighters pulled out was someone else and that the fire itself might have been set as a cover for some elaborate scheme so someone could take Sawyer without anyone suspecting anything; basically Peyton thinks that maybe Sawyer could still be alive. Lucas gets upset and tells her to stop talking like that because it hurts too much for him to hear her talk about something that he knows in his head isn't possible and feels in his heart isn't true and tells Peyton that deep down in her heart she knows it isn't true either and that Sawyer IS really dead. This leads Peyton to drift back to the night that the doctors took Sawyer off life support and her and Luke held her hand and watched her go. Peyton's thoughts return back to the present, she places her hand on her heart and breaks down as she realizes that Lucas is right and that...like him her heart is telling her that Sawyer is gone. That was a very emotional scene and really hard on the both of them but something that Peyton especially needed to hear. She knows that...while she might've seen a little girl who looked a little like Sawyer it couldn't have actually been Sawyer because she's dead. It really looked like Peyton was starting to regain that closure she had. But then while at Nathan's basketball game she sees the same little blonde girl she swore was Sawyer on top of some guy's shoulder cheering for the Bobcats in a Nathan Scott jersey. Peyton exits the stands and heads into the restroom where she flips her shit a bit. If Sawyer's dead, then why does Peyton keep seeing her? Is she seeing her? What is going on? Hmm...all I'm going to say is expect the unexpected and to try and remember that I rarely ever include unnecessary scenes. Everything means something. Including my choice of chapter titles. So since I took the time to write you guys such a long chapter, I would really, really appreciate a review. So please leave one with your thoughts/predictions! I love hearing what you all are thinking! - Jasmine

Still to come...

Peyton secretly attempts to find the Sawyer look-alike

Jack grows increasingly upset with his mother due to her lack of attention to him