Marcie was exhausted by the time she reached Angel Square. Silently she thanked the angel statue that she was alone. All at once, a million memories came rushing back; the moments she shared with Al right here in this very place. But swirling within were memories of Michael as well. She still loved Al-she always would. So much so that it was as though Michael and Al shared one soul.

A rustling noise interrupted the peacefulness and she jerked her head to the side. "Hello? Who's there?"

Again the silence returned.

Must be my imagination...

But then the noise came again, louder this time. "Michael?"

Footsteps approached, sending her adrenaline rushing. She should have never left the restaurant.

"Hello?" She called into the silence.

Suddenly a shadow appeared before her. She turned around and her stomach tightened with fear.

No... Please...

"Well!" Nick slurred. "Look who it is. Fatso!"

Marcie cringed at the familiar name, and her heart raced as he moved closer.

God, Michael... please find me.

Without warning, Nick sat next to her on Gabrielle's bench; so close that she could smell the alcohol on his breath. The scent made her stomach churn with nausea.

"Now, is it just me... or have you gained weight?" He reached for her but she pulled away.

"Leave me alone Nick. You're drunk."
"Hey Baby, is that any way to treat your old friend? I'm just tryin' to help. Here's a helpful word... diet."

"You're not my friend, Nick!" Marcie yelled. "You can't scare me anymore."
She turned to leave but felt his hand on her arm. "Let go! You're hurting me!" Marcie yelled, wincing at the pain of his grip.

"Like hell I will!" Nick yelled as his temper flared. Marcie's breath caught in her throat as Nick grabbed her shoulders and began shaking her violently.

"Stop it, Nick!" She cried. "You're hurting me!"

Suddenly she felt herself being thrown onto the concrete; landing with a hard thud.

Nick stood over her while she lay there, aching with pain. Her vision blurred and she felt as though she were spinning uncontrollably.

"You got me expelled, you fat... stupid..."

"Leave her alone! You're drunk."
Trying to place the new voice, Marcie opened her eyes. As her vision came into hazy focus, she saw Kevin Buchanan holding Nick by the forearm.

"Let go of me, Jackass!" Nick yelled, trying to jerk his arm free of Kevin's grip. Kevin took out his cell phone and began pushing buttons.

"Yeah, this is Kevin Buchanan. A young woman was attacked at Angel Square and needs medical attention right away. Um, yeah, I got here just as it was happening, so please hurry. I don't want this moron to get away."

He looked down and saw Marcie lying on the ground. "Marcie... oh my God. Honey." He looked at Nick as though not sure what to do. "I wish I had a way to help-."

Groggily, Marcie sat up slowly, wincing in pain. "Oohhh... It hurts. Michael..."
"Michael McBain? He's your boyfriend, right?" Kevin asked.

Nick scoffed. "Boyfriend? That's a laugh. Who would date her?"
"All right, that's it." Kevin said angrily turning to Nick.

Nick finally freed himself from Kevin's grip and began to stagger away.

"Oh no you don't." Kevin said, grabbing Nick's arm again.

"Kevin, look out!" Marcie yelled as Nick swung, barely missing Kevin's head. Kevin ducked but then swung around and hit Nick square in the jaw, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud.

Immediately Kevin ran over to Marcie and gently helped her stand up. "Come on, honey. Help should be here soon." Slowly he guided her back to Gabrielle's bench.
"My head... it hurts, Kevin..." She said wearily.

"I know." He cradled her head and brushed the hair from her face.

"You're bleeding."

"It's okay." Kevin said. "It's you I'm worried about."

"Michael..." She said again. Without warning she began to cry. "Oh God..."
Awkwardly, Kevin moved closer to her in an attempt to hold her. He stroked her hair while she cried into his chest. "It's all right, Honey. He can't hurt you anymore."
"Where's Michael?" she asked again.

"What's his phone number? I'll call him."
Suddenly Marcie couldn't remember. "I-I..."
"It's okay. Look the cops are here, so I'll be right back."
"Thanks." Marcie said.
When Kevin left the area, Marcie stared at the angel statue.
"Thank you, Al... for keeping me alive."