I'm not Rachel Caine so I don't own Morganville. I just own Elizabeth and Sam, and all of the Morganville books that are available.

C Pov

I sighed as soon as Elizabeth, Sam, and I stepped out of the portal. I glanced over at Amelie, to see that she was alert.

"Amelie," I said.

"Claire, what is wrong?" Amelie asked, shocked that I was at her home in the middle of the night.

"I'm sorry, Amelie. It's just that I needed sometime alone. Would you look after the twins for a little while?" I asked, I was still shaken up from my dream that I needed to think about what was going on.

"Of course," She replied, she was looking at me. I knew that she could see the distress that I must have clearly been evident on my face.

"Thank you Amelie," I replied. She just nodded and grabbed a twin in each arm. I gave each of my babies a kiss before I used another portal to go to Glass House.

As I walked through the portal, I looked into the Glass House living room and saw that Eve, Michael, and Shane were there. I smiled as I watched them for a few minutes. Then, I walked through the portal and stopped once I was standing in the living room of Glass House. I waited a few seconds to see if the others would notice that I was there. Michael, must have felt the presence of another in the room, since he turned and looked straight at me.

"Claire," Michael said. As soon as he spoke, Shane and Eve both looked over at me. I smiled at Eve, as she got up off the coach and practically tackled me to the ground. I let out an 'oof' sound as the wind was knocked out of my lungs.

"A little help," I called as Eve held me to the ground.

"Eve, come on. You just saw Claire a few hours ago," Michael tried to reason with his wife. Eve got up and off of me. I slowly sat up and looked over at Shane, who was sitting on the couch ignoring me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at Shane. Michael offered me a hand, which I gratefully took. As soon as I was, back on my feet Shane turned to look at me.

"Well, well, if it isn't Little Claire-Bear. What ever could she possibly want now?" Shane practically sneered at me. I rolled my eyes at his stupidity of trying to provoke me.

"Whatever you're trying to do Shane, it's not going to work. Besides, I need your help," I said. Making eye contact with both my friends and ex-boyfriend.

Eve started jumping up and down. "Ooh, another adventure. Man, that brings back a lot of memories," Eve said.

Michael, Shane, and I looked over at Eve like she was crazy. The last time that I had checked she had absolutely hated when we went on adventures. They always were full of risks and near death experiences that could have you dead at any moment. Not to mention that whenever we went on one of my adventures someone, preferably, me ended up getting hurt.

"Eve, are you okay? You have never, I repeat never, liked Claire's adventures," Shane said. Michael and I both nodded our heads in agreement.

"Well, it's been four years since we've been on an adventure. After a few years you never realized how much fun they were until they were gone," Eve said. I wasn't the only one looking at Eve like she was crazy.

"Eve, this isn't really an adventure. I just needed to ask that if something were to happen to me, would you and Michael take care of the twins for me?" I needed to know but I didn't really want to tell them how I had found out.

No one seemed to say anything. They all seemed genuinly shocked my question, even Shane. I closed my eyes and shook my head, trying to keep the tears at bay. I opened them to see that Eve, Michael, and Shane were all looking at me like I was crazy. Still shaking my head, I opened the portal just ran through it. I didn't bother to look back as the others tried to stop me.

I opened a portal the one place where I could cry and just be alone.

Morganville Cemetary, I sprinted towards my parents' graves. God, how I missed them. I really needed my mom and dad. I couldn't raise Sam and Elizabeth like this or alone. As I became closer to my parents' graves, I sank down and let the tears wash over my face.

"Mom, I need you," I sobbed. Knowing that she wouldn't hear me. She was gone and I was never going to see her again. I hadn't seen my parents since after I gave birth to Elizabeth and Sam. I was living with them, Amelie had given them permission to leave town for the day. They wanted to go to Austin, for some shopping for the twins. They never even made it to Austin, they had been hit by a drunk driver about twenty minutes outside of Morganville. When I had gotten the news of their death, I remember how devastated I felt.

My parents had died because of me. I still blame myself for their death, but something that my parents had done for me that I didn't know about was set up a will. They had left the house for me and everything in it, except for a few things that my parents felt that Sam and Elizabeth would want later in the future. My parents didn't deserve to die, they had been good people. If I ever wanted to talk to my parents, then I would come here.

I cried and sobbed even more, as I realized that my parents were gone. I was all alone in this world with two children, who would eventually be left alone because I was going to die. Richard was going to kill me and I was going to have to leave my children with Shane. I knew that Sam and Elizabeth deserved to know their father but I didn't want to have Shane in my life. I really needed my mom to help me sort through this problem, she would know how to help.

"Mom, I'm in trouble," I whispered to her grave. I knew that if she was alive she would be holding me. I just cried and crawled closer to my mother's tombstone, curling myself as close as possible to my mom. No matter how many mistakes that I made or trouble I had been in, Mom was there no matter what. I needed to get this off of my chest.

"Mom, I'm so scared. I had this dream that Richard killed me. Sam, Elizabeth, and Shane were there but the twins looked older. They were so gorgeous, I don't know what to do or who to trust anymore," I told her. I knew that no matter where she was, she could hear me.

As if to prove my point, a gentle wind blew against my cheeks. It was soft and seemed like it was caressing my cheek, trying to comfort me. I had a feeling that mom was telling me to follow my heart and do what was best for my children. I sighed and knew that the whisper that had carried throughout the wind was mom. She was right, like she usually is.