Tori walked into school after a long, sleepless night. She was tired, but didn't care. She was already used to that. She didn't spend the whole night doing nothing. She thought about everything she had found out in the last few days, from what Jade told her to what she had seen about Beck. The last one was the biggest mystery for her. She did not understand what she had seen and despite thinking about it for hours and trying to come up with plausible explanations, she could not come up with any. She would have to ask him, and she decided to do so after school.

The other thing that kept her up was the Goth about who she had learned so much in only a few days. The more she found out about her, the more she wanted to know. Jade, a friend who she thought she had figured out a few days after she had met her for the first time; who she had categorized as a mean, jealous, angry girl with issues for so many years suddenly turned out to be none of that. All she thought she knew about Jade went out of the window when she finally had the chance to talk to her more. Instead of that, Jade turned out to be not only a kind and caring friend to so many who only wants to see the best out of everyone she cares about, but a soul she can relate to as both had been through similar troubles. Those things still seemed to bother Jade, despite what she said or how she acted. In the end, Tori hoped to not only help Jade get over it, but also find a way to deal with her own problems through that. It was ironic. A broken soul tried to fix another one.

She walked to her locker and smiled when she saw Robbie standing in front of his locker, reading a book as he leaned on his locker with his back. Tori opened her locker, took her books out and closed it quickly before she walked towards him. He seemed completely immersed in whatever he was reading, so he didn't even notice her as she stood next to him.

"What are you reading?" She asked him. He turned his head towards her when he heard her.

"Hey. Andre lend me his copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird". I can't take my eyes off of it." Robbie said as she put a piece of paper between the pages where he was and closed the book.

"You did take a break to make that animation for me." Tori said.

"Well, I heard what happened and I knew I needed to do something to cheer you up." Robbie said.

"You could have visited me. You didn't need to waste two days and nights for the animation." Tori said.
"You didn't like it?" Robbie asked, a saddened look appearing on his face.

"Robbie, I loved it. Why wouldn't I like it?"

"I don't know. You just said that I shouldn't have wasted time doing it." Robbie said.

"I didn't mean it that way and you know it. Robbie, I loved that animation. I loved the symbolism and I love the way you did it. You really cheered me up with it." Tori explained.

"I'm glad to hear that. I have to go. I'll see you later." Robbie said.

"Wait." Tori said with a small sigh. Robbie stopped and turned around. He looked at her, waiting for her to say whatever she wanted to say to him. Tori shook her head and stepped forward before she hugged him around the neck. "I hope you know how much you mean to me. Thank you for cheering me up yesterday." Tori said before she gave him a small kiss on the cheek. She surprised the vision that was coming. She didn't want to see it yet. She didn't want it to possibly throw her off now. She wanted to first find out what was going on with Beck and the vision about him. Tori pulled out of the hug and saw a small, genuine smile appear on Robbie's face.

"Thank you, Tori." Robbie said.

"No, I have to thank you. Now go, you'll be late." Tori told him with a smile. Robbie nodded as he turned around and left. Tori shook her head in disbelief. She hated to see him like that. She hated to see him put himself down, be it silently in his own thoughts or through that damn puppet he used to carry for years. She didn't know why he did that, but she would find out as soon as possible. As much as she wanted to deal with it immediately, she also knew that trying too much at the same time would only screw things up more than it would help, and right now, it was Beck and his memory that wouldn't leave her mind at peace.

Biology was never something that really interested her. She was glad that the teacher was old and didn't really care if anyone listened or not as long as they wouldn't talk loudly or interrupt her. Tori sat there, looking through the window and thinking about how she should tell Beck what she knew, or more precisely, ask him about the part she didn't understand. She took her phone out of the pocket and decided to text him. She wanted to talk to him alone, and make sure that no one would interrupt them at the worst time.

Can I come to ur place 2nite? Need to talk to u… Tori typed on her phone and pressed send. A minute later, she got an answer.

Sure. What about? Beck answered. She quickly wrote back.

I need 2 ask u something. Tori answered. A few moments later, her phone vibrated again.

KK. Cya 2nite. Beck answered. Tori put her phone back in her pocket and leaned back in her chair. The class would be over in five minutes anyway, so there was no point now in trying to pay attention to the teacher.

The bell rang and everyone got out of the classroom as soon as they could. Tori walked out and made her way towards her locker. She wasn't even sure why she took her biology books with her when she knew that she wasn't going to pay attention anyway. She placed them back in her locker and closed it when she saw Jade walking out of her classroom. Tori smiled at first when she saw the other girl, but her smile faded when she saw Jade's expression. Jade's face read anger, and she was not trying to hide it in any way. Tori thought about it for a few seconds before she made her decision. She made her way towards the Goth while Jade was throwing things into her with scissors decorated locker. Tori saw Jade slam her locker shut before her eyes met Tori's. Tori slowly regretted her idea to try to talk to Jade right now, knowing that one single wrong word could cause Jade to explode.

"Hi." Tori said as she stopped in front of the other girl.

"Hi." Jade said in an emotionless, cold voice.

"You left early yesterday." Tori said.

"Yeah. I had to go home early." Jade said.

"Did something happen?" Tori asked, but when she saw Jade's face stiffen at the question, she immediately regretted asking it.

"Nothing that would interest you." Jade said. Tori nodded once, knowing that she should back off while she could.

"Fair enough. Want to join me for lunch?" Tori asked. Jade only shook her head.

"No. I don't feel like having anyone around me at the moment." Jade explained.

"I won't ask you anything, I promise." Tori said, hoping to change the Goth's mind.

"It's not that. It's that I might say something I would regret later." Jade said.

"Fair enough." Tori said, forcing a smile on her face. Jade walked past her and left without saying anything else. Tori let out a long sigh a few moments later as she drew her hand through her hair. She didn't know what to do with Jade anymore. It seemed as if she took one step forward with her and the next day she took two back. She wanted to know what was going on. She wanted to know what had happened to turn Jade's mood back into its usual, angry, introvert self. But she also hope that Jade would tell her herself when she was ready. Jade had been honest with her recently, and she hoped that it would continue that way.

The rest of the day passed quickly while Tori's mind didn't stop thinking about Jade and her behavior today. It wasn't that that behavior was anything unusual for the Goth. As a matter of fact, what she witnessed today was Jade's standard mood. But after she had seen a different side of the Goth, one she knew was only reserved for people she allowed to see it, Tori couldn't stop but wonder what it was that sent her back to her usual behavior.

She walked out of school and got into her car, turned the engine on and reversed out of the parking lot. Although her mind was a mess at right now, she still wanted to talk to Beck. She couldn't handle not knowing both right now, and she hoped that at least one of them would make sense today. A few minutes later, she was at his place. She parked into the driveway and got out of the car. She saw that the lights in his RV were on. She knocked on the door and stepped back as she heard something from inside. A few seconds later, the RV door opened and Beck stepped outside.

"Hey." He said as he motioned for her to come inside.

"Hey. Did I interrupt you with something?" She asked as she looked inside and saw pieces of paper lying on the ground, either ripped to pieces or scrunched.

"I'm trying to write a script and am stuck on a chapter. I can't figure out how to lead into an important even in the story." Beck explained. "Want something to drink?" He asked.

"No, thank you. What are you writing about? Maybe I can help." Tori suggested.

"Well, it's a novel about a four guys in the mob who make it big. However, one of them makes a mistake and things go crazy from then on. I planned from the beginning to kill a certain number of them and now, after writing almost all of it, I can't decide whether to do it or not." Beck explained.

"That sounds interesting." Tori said. "Why do you have trouble now if you planned it from the beginning?"

"Let's just say I grew a lot more attached to those characters than I originally planned to. Now, whenever I write the chapter where the character dies, I just can't do it and try again. If I let the character live, the story loses a lot of its soul." Beck said with a sigh as he looked at the sheet of paper he had just written on. She crunched it together with both hands before he threw it towards his paper bin, missing it barely.

"So you fell in love with a character you created?" Tori asked.

"Well, you could say it like that. I didn't plan it, but now, after I have written it, it's almost as if it's only fair to be a happy ending. But that's not how life works. Ugh, I just can't make a decision." Beck said.

"It's your story. Do what you want." Tori said.

"That's the problem. I don't know what I want to do." Beck said.

"Well, I think you should stick to the original plan." Tori said.

"You think I should?" Beck asked.

"If you care so much about the character, then the readers will have to care too." Tori said.

"I guess you are right. But that doesn't make it easier." Beck said.

"Good. That means that it's only going to be more effective. Remember what we learned in our writing classes. If the author isn't crying…"

"Neither will the reader. You are right. Thanks. Finally I can finish this." Beck said.

"Why are you writing it by hand?" Tori asked.

"It's just a tradition of mine. I write it first on paper, and when I'm satisfied, I write it on my pc and polish the details while I do so." Beck explained.

"It's a messy tradition." Tori said as she looked on the ground. Beck chuckled at her words.

"It is. But it helps a lot. Now, what did you want to talk to me about?" Beck asked. Tori grew nervous instantly. She didn't know how to start that conversation. After all, it wasn't something that she does often.

"I don't know how to say this…" Tori began.

"Did something happen?" Beck jumped in, looking at her with a concerned expression.

"No… yes… ugh…"

"Tori, just tell me what happened?" Beck pleaded.

"Are… your parents okay?" Tori asked. Beck raised his eyebrows out of surprise.

"Yeah, they are fine. Both are in the house. You want to go and ask them?" Beck said with a laugh as he pointed towards the house with his thumb. Tori grew less secure in her vision. It didn't make sense; however, it had yet to happen that a vision ended up being wrong.

"I… just don't understand…" Tori said as she sighed.

"What don't you understand? Tori, you are acting weird." Beck said as he got up and sat down next to Tori on the bed.

"I… I don't know." Tori said. Beck put his hand on hers, hoping to calm his friend down. Tori felt a vision coming. Suddenly, she felt hopeful again. Maybe this would make things clearer.

Beck was sitting at a table in a white room, talking to someone in a hospital gown. The woman's face looked strange; her gaze was glassy and distant. She didn't seem to react or notice to anything he had said. Beck sighed and patted the woman on the hand before getting up.

He walked out of the room. One of the doctors was there. As he was writing something down on his board, he saw Beck standing there.

"Anything new?" Beck asked the doctor, who only sadly shook his head.

"No changes since last time, Beck." He said. Beck let out a sigh, drawing his hand through his hair.

"Beck, we are doing all we can. But I don't think that she will recover." The doctor said.

"Are you sure?" Beck asked in a desperate voice.

"I'm sorry, but the damage done on her brain is too severe." The doctor said. Beck sighed as she drew his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry Beck. I know you want your mother to recover, but there is only so much we can do."

"I understand." Beck said, regaining his stoic expression.

He walked out of the hospital and got into his car. He let out a long sigh before he began punching the steering wheel in rage. He wiped his tears away with his sleeve before he turned the engine on and drove off.

He parked in front of a large, wooden house. He walked inside where his parents were waiting.

"What did the doctor say?" The woman asked.

"Nothing new." Beck answered in a cold, neutral voice.

"I'm sorry, Beck." The man said.

The vision ended there, and nothing made sense anymore. However, the snow, the hut and the cold weather were more than enough for her to assume that it happened in Canada. After all, Beck was born there and went there regularly.

"Tori? Tori!" Beck said, snapping Tori out of her thoughts.

"You are going to Canada often, aren't you?" Tori asked. Beck looked at her, confused by the question.

"Yeah, I do. Every month or two." He answered.

"Why?" Tori asked him.

"I'm visiting a few relatives up there. Why?" Beck asked. Tori took a deep breath in.

"Are you visiting someone in a hospital there?" Tori asked. Beck's face read shock for a mere second before his usual stoic, unreadable expression returned. However, Tori saw the change. She had hit a nerve. The vision must be true.

"Why are you asking me that?" Beck asked.

"Because… I know that you are visiting a woman at the hospital." Tori said. Beck got up, pacing around as he drew his hand through his hair. "Beck, who is that woman?" Tori asked.

"I don't… I don't know what you are talking about." Beck stuttered. There was no going back now, and Tori knew that.

"Beck, who is she?" Tori asked as she got up and walked to him, but he walked away from her.

"Nobody." Beck said, breathing heavily as he paced around.

"Beck… is she your mother?" Tori asked.

"Shut up." Beck said as he covered his face with his hands.

"Beck…" Tori said, but he suddenly turned towards her.

"Shut up." He said, more angry this time.

"Beck… tell me." Tori pleaded, but things suddenly got out of hand.

"How do you know?" Beck asked, as he looked at her, seething with anger.

"Nobody told me. I…" She said, but he grabbed her arm, squeezing it tightly.

"Who told you?" He screamed at her, squeezing her arm even more, making her wince in pain.

"Beck, you're hurting me." Tori said in a fragile voice. She had never seen him this angry. She had never seen such a reaction from him. Then, she felt him push her towards the wall. She crashed on the wall with her back, and before she even realized, her breath was stuck in her lungs.

"Who told you!" He screamed at her as he grabbed her throat with both hands. She tried to tell him to stop; to calm down; to let her go, but nothing could come out of her mouth. He was choking her. She tried to get his hands away from his throat; to get him back to his senses, but he was gone. Everything in front of her became blurry while her body was fighting to get some air back into her lungs. She began to panic, and when she had thought that this was the end of her, her lungs filled with air as she slid down the wall to the ground. She coughed before she began breathing heavily. She put her hand on her throat, trying to soothe the pain. Her vision cleared, and as she looked up, she saw him, standing in front of her, leaning the opposite wall of his RV as he looked at her, then at his hands, then back at her. His face was far from its stoic, usual self, but it wasn't angry anymore. It was shock.

"Tori… I…" Beck began, as he watched her cough again, as she tried to regulate her breathing. "Tori… I…" he tried again, but to no avail. Tori saw the shock in his face, the realization of what he had just done. He tried to speak, but he was in a loss of words, just as she was. She tried to say something, but she could not. Beck grabbed his jacket and ran out of the RV. Tori tried to call after him, but her throat hurt her too much. A minute later she finally was able to get up. She walked to the door and looked outside, hoping to see him somewhere, but he was nowhere to be found. He wasn't in his house, she knew that. She grabbed her phone. Her hands were still shaking, but she managed to find his number. She pressed the call button, but only heard his phone ring in the RV. She turned her head to see it ringing beside two books on the table. She ended the call and swallowed painfully, trying to comprehend what just had happened. She got out of his RV and into her car.