Crash Epilogue II

A/N: Okay, so I didn't plan on adding another chapter to Crash, but then I got a suggestion from someone. (But I'll get into that one a little bit later on at the end of this second epilogue. Or maybe I should call it an epilogue to the epilogue. I don't know. You can call whatever you think it should be called.

Whatever you want to call it, I hope you enjoy reading it. Catch up with you at the end.

-Yours truly, Randy Taylor

"This is the Last Stop"

Randy's POV

Oh no. Oh no. Here we go again. Here we go again.

The room from that dream I had in my dream (or coma, or whatever it's called) while I was having that surgery done to me that wasn't, or rather isn't, actually real, the room where the two grandpas were arguing about their wives and their relationships with them is where I'm at now.

I don't want to do this again. I don't want to go back in time, and I don't want to have to see mom crying that way again. I don't want to learn how to walk through walls again either.

No. I just want to be dead. Dead and done and over with and gone and almost all but forgotten and just be able to get some peace and quiet and rest now without any more interference from ghosts or spirits or grandfathers or medical examiners or famous actors from sitcoms or anything else.

Despite my wants, I see mom, dad, Mark, Lauren, and Brad come walking into the room. Mom sees me lying there in the casket, lifeless, and starts crying. Then, as if mom crying weren't bad enough, Lauren starts crying as well. Apparently the world can't do without me for a night.

Then, after that, I see another spirit appear. It's Grandpa Taylor. Soon after that happens, Grandpa Patterson appears with him.

'Look, as much as I'd love to do this again, I'm out of here' I say, heading for the nearest wall. Without thinking about it, I don't think about a date, so I wind up going straight through the wall.

Then I see that girl spirit from the operating room.

'Wow, I was hoping you'd only be that dense in your dreams. Come with me, I'll show you the ins and outs of being a ghost' she says, beckoning me forth. Hey, it's not like I have anything better to do now that I'm dead. And even if I did, I probably wouldn't be able to do them without this little lesson anyways.

'Okay. So, what's your name?' I ask her. Hey, if she's going to teach me about being dead, I kind of need to know these things.

'Catherine. Catherine Wilson' she says.

This is just too weird. Way too weird. Maybe I'll get lucky and wake up again, and it'll be the morning of the Sheryl Crow concert. Hey, I can only hope, right?

'Right' says Catherine. I look at her, thoroughly puzzled.

'We can read other people's and spirit's thoughts' she explains. Sheesh, I really do have a lot to learn. Wait! Don't answer that. Let me pretend that I still have some privacy! Don't give me any kind of answer to that either!

'Is there any question I can answer?' Catherine asks me.

'Yeah, can dead people eat. Because I'm absolutely dying to have some silver dollar pancakes if I can. No pun intended' I add.

A/N: I'm going to dedicate this chapter to Lee Sinins since he's the one who requested that I write it. Sorry it took me so long Lee! I didn't forget about it, I just got busy between trying to catch up Burned Bridges and Randy's Thoughts (a new chapter is coming soon! It'll be very in depth and will probably be the longest chapter I've ever written for Randy's Thoughts).

Please R&R just one last time here, then I'll relieve you forever from your reading and reviewing duties from Crash. Thanks for both, and thanks for the idea Lee! It's much appreciated and is a great way to end a great story.

-Yours truly, once again for the final time here, Randy Taylor