Michael wasn't sure what to do with himself anymore. He couldn't get that one horrible night out of his head. Every detail kept playing back in his mind and he couldn't escape it. When he closed his eyes, he would see the pain in the girl's eyes after she'd been shot, but she was still smiling. He just didn't understand it.

He would have nightmares replaying that night almost every single night and it had been 2 months now. He went and saw his doctor and went over everything that had happened. The doctor told him he had insomnia. Michael wasn't so sure about that.

"Insomnia. So much for trusting doctors. They always have to find something wrong with you," Michael snorted as he walked. "Ridiculous."

His mind wouldn't shut up. His heart would race every time that girl's face came into his mind. His heart was speaking to him about this girl. There was something so different about her. He couldn't decide what it was.

Michael walked toward the beach and glanced at one of his body guards. "Is the beach safe?" he asked.

"Yes sir, Mr. Jackson. All clear. We have guards all down the coast just incase," the guard replied.

Michael nodded and moved forward. He found a nice little spot behind a small boulder and sat down. He looked out into the ocean and watched as the sun began to set. He breathed in deep and let out a deep sigh. All tension seemed to melt away when he saw such a beautiful sight.

"Oh, God, thank you. Thank you for this gorgeous sight," he prayed.

He intended on clearing his mind, but before he could even try, he heard footsteps coming closer. He tensed up, not sure of who would come around that corner. Could the guards have somehow missed someone coming through? He didn't want to sign any autographs right now. He just wanted to relax.

As he prepared himself, a beautiful girl in a red flowered sun dress walked into view. She was carrying a small notebook and humming to herself. She didn't wear any shoes. Michael watched her in fascination. He loved to see people how they were, but he rarely got to see that on the streets. Any time he ever tried, someone would call out his name and everyone around him would start acting star struck and insane.

The girl glanced at him and he bit his tongue. He wasn't done watching her before she saw him. He expected her to hand him her notebook and ask for an autograph, or maybe try to hug him or something. Instead, she merely smiled sweetly. No ounce of nervousness or fear in her at all. That was interesting. What was even more interesting was she didn't say a word before she started walking again.

The wind picked up and blew her hair, knocking a pencil out from behind her ear. It fell onto the sand and Michael took this opportunity to speak to her. He stood up and grabbed the pencil and walked toward her.

"Excuse me miss, you dropped this," Michael said politely.

The girl turned slowly and smiled, taking the pencil from him. "Oh, thank you very much."

Michael looked at her curiously. She didn't even ask for his autograph. Was it possible she didn't know who he was? "So, uh, what are you doing out here? I thought the beach was closed," he said carefully.

"Is it? I didn't know. I've been on this beach for a while. Are you enjoying the sunset?" she asked.

"I am, very much. Are you?" he asked.

"I enjoy every sunset, and every sunrise," she took a breath and looked out to the sunset. "It's almost like God painted a picture for us all, just to let us know He is still there."

"I never thought about it like that. Hm," Michael looked into the girl's eyes for a moment before she turned back to him.

"Well, it was nice speaking to you. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Mr. Jackson," she smiled again before walking away.

Michael stood frozen. 'She knew who I was the whole time, and yet she remained calm. That was strange,' he thought as he watched her walk down the shore. 'And why does she seem so familiar to me?'

He turned and watched the rest of the sunset, still trying to figure out why she was so calm around him, and why she looked so familiar. As his mind traced her face, he realized not once since seeing that girl did he even think about the other girl that was shot.

Michael stood and brushed himself off. "I feel stupid, I didn't even introduce myself. I have to go apologize," he said to himself. He was very proper and polite. He was raised to always use manners, and he was so dumbfounded by this girl, he forgot to introduce himself. How rude of him, he thought. He walked toward the direction where the girl headed, not sure if he'd find her or not.

As he got further down the coast, he heard her voice. She sounded like she was speaking to someone.

"As she stood frozen in time, Damian called out to her, 'please Alexa, wake up!'. She was everything to him, and he to her, but not even his voice could wake her up. Their love was like no other, a test in time, no no not that. Hm, burning love of desire? No," she growled at herself. Michael chuckled as he came into her view.

"How about, a formidable love that stood the trials of time?" he offered.

Ramona smiled at him and nodded. "I like that. Thank you," she wrote it down and then closed her notebook. "Did you enjoy the sunset?"

"I did. How about you?" he smiled.

She nodded. "Sure did."

Michael glanced around for a moment. She was sitting in front of a large tent. There was a telescope sitting to the side and a lantern hanging just outside the entrance of the tent. "Do you camp out here?" he asked.

"You could say that. I live here," she smiled weakly.

Michael paused. "You're homeless?" he asked.

"No, silly. You are standing on my front porch," she giggled.

Michael cracked a smile. At least she was in good spirits about it. "By the way, I feel so rude for not properly introducing myself," he leaned forward to help her up. She took his hand and stood up. "I'm Michael Jackson," he smiled.

She grinned. "I know who you are. I'm Ramona Greene. Nice to meet you, again," she winked and shook his hand.

He cocked his head to the side. She shook her head and stopped shaking his hand. "What?" he asked.

Ramona shrugged and then hugged him. He hesitated for a moment before he returned her hug. He couldn't help but feel so calm. He hugged her tightly, like he had been friends with her for years. When they parted, she smiled again. "That's more like it."

"Thank you, but what was that for?" he asked.

"Nothing in general. I have always been the one to hug someone when I first meet them. It's how I say hello in the best way possible," she said.

'This girl is a lot like me,' Michael thought. "Same here."

Ramona smiled again. They spoke briefly like that for a few minutes before Ramona paused in mid sentence. "Hang on," she put her hand on his arm and snuck around one of the boulders.

She saw a few girls walking together toward her. She listened as they spoke. "I can't believe Michael Jackson is on this beach! I'm gonna get his autograph!" one girl squealed.

"I'm gonna ask him to marry me!" another girl said.

Ramona rolled her eyes and then turned back to Michael. "Get in the tent," she said quickly.

Michael raised a brow. "But we just met." He teased. She gave him a look and he held up his hands. "I'm kidding. What's wrong?"

"Some of your fans are coming, and unless you want to be proposed to or have some of your hair ripped off, you better hide," Ramona said as she pushed him into the tent.

He jumped in and she zipped the door shut and moved to the windows to shut them as well. She turned the lantern off and Michael watched her closely. "You look like this isn't the first time you've done this," he said amusingly.

"First time hiding a celebrity in my tent, yes. Not the first time hiding myself. Get into the sleeping bag and hide your face," she said. Michael tucked himself in and hid. His excitement had him wiggling his toes and Ramona smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Hey, look a tent. Let's see if he's in there!" Ramona heard the voices just outside the tent. "Hello?"

Ramona stood still, hoping they would just take the hint and leave. She wasn't so lucky. They began trying to open the door and Ramona popped her head out of the door. "Can I help you?" she said irritated.

"Oh, sorry. We heard Michael Jackson was on the beach. Is he in there with you?" a girl asked.

Ramona rolled her eyes. "Yea, as if! Do you think I'd be in here if Michael Jackson was on this beach? I'd be out looking for him. I doubt he's here, it's been quiet. Now please leave. My husband and I are trying to sleep," she said.

The girls glanced over her shoulder and saw a man lying in the sleeping bag behind her. They nodded and moved on their way. Ramona sat back and let out a breath of relief. "This is why I don't get along with most females."

Michael grinned as he sat up. "Well, thank you for putting up with them for me. I owe you one."

"Actually, we're even after you gave me that pointer in my story. Maybe you should write your own book," Ramona nudged him.

"I don't have that kind of patience," he chuckled. He glanced at his watch and stood up. "I'd like to read more of your story sometime," he smiled.

"Whenever you want is fine with me. I'll be here," she said.

"How about tomorrow then?" he asked.

Ramona raised a brow at him. "You aren't busy recording or touring, or just being you?" she asked.

He laughed. "Nah, I have some free time, unless you just don't want me around," he made a sad face and Ramona laughed. He grinned before heading for the door. "I'll be back around sunset, Ramona."

She blushed a little at hearing him say her name. She was thankful it was dark. Michael couldn't see her face. "I'll be here."

She walked out with him and glanced around for more people before she gave him the all clear. She waved at him and he took one long last look at her as he walked around the boulder. Why the hell did that girl look so damned familiar? He shook it off as he headed for his car.

"Look! It's Michael! I knew it!" a few screams let out and Michael gulped.

"Oh shit," he said before taking off as fast as he could. The girls took off after him and Ramona watched from her boulder.

'God I hope he gets away,' she thought as she watched him disappear.

"Red alert, Charlie!" Michael yelled as he neared the parking lot. Charlie, his driver, started up the SUV and pulled the door open just in time for Michael to dive into the back and they drove off toward Neverland.

Michael heaved and Charlie looked into the rearview mirror. "Did you have fun today, Mr. Jackson?"

"Yeah, despite almost being pummeled to death, coming to the beach was worth it. I wanna come back tomorrow," he smiled to himself.

"Very good, sir," Charlie nodded as he drove Michael back to the safety of his home.

As Ramona went to sleep that night, she breathed into her pillow. She was worried he didn't get away from those girls. She knew he was used to this, but he seemed to be by himself. He had to have had some guards nearby, at least.

'He'll be okay,' she told herself.

When are you gonna tell him who you are? Her mind questioned her.

"He knows who I am," she answered.

He doesn't know you are the one from Bucharest. Why didn't you tell him?

Ramona turned over and put her hand over her scar. "Because it's not important."

He needs to know, don't you think? You are keeping him from something important.

"The only important thing to me is that he isn't hurt." She closed her eyes and ignored the rest of her thoughts. She didn't know what was going to happen in the near future. All she knew was that she and Michael seemed to have become friends and he hasn't recognized her yet. She didn't want him to know. She knew he would feel like he needed to make it up to her, but him just being alive and well was thanking her enough.

One thing was for sure, if they were going to stay friends for a long period of time, which she hoped for, she would have to eventually tell him the truth.

"Not until the time is right," she breathed out before she fell into a deep sleep.