Yay, short chapter! 'rolls eyes'. Well, I had to have one somewhere, I guess.

Now, I hate it as much as you do when the updates don't exactly go as planned, in fact, I probably hate it more than you. Please hold onto your hats, though. I'm trying my best, in fact, I've but my other two (One Piece) stories on hold so I can concentrate on working solely on both Final Destination fics for a while. If everything goes to plan, I will be updating back every two to three days.

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Jake tapped his fingers against his arm, his mind running over the previous situation with Tyrone. While he was now over sixty, he still remembered the time when he was an orphan. It was one of the most painful things in his long life, but the feeling of elation he had had when he was adopted at fifteen was worth it all. While his adoptive mother and father were both now gone from the world, Jake appreciated everything they had done and would place flowers at their graves every month.

Seeing Tyrone back at the orphanage with a smile on his face filled him with happiness, but that only increased the sadness when hearing the phone call. He had truly felt for Tyrone.

Present when Tyrone first came to the orphanage, Jake had literally watched the boy grow up. Initially he was just like any other orphan, but when he remained in the orphanage past the usual ages, Tyrone grew into a likeable figure, not only for him but the other orphans. To see the usually smiling Tyrone reduced to tears broke the old heart inside him.

He was walking towards the garage where his van was, since he had no other vehicle. The van itself was almost as old as himself, going through multiple fixes but always managing to hang on. While walking, Jake took big strides, trying to work up a sweat. He was always into exercise, but as he got older and his body started to reject things, he resorted simply to walking or jogging. It was healthy, and if anything, Jake liked to be healthy.

Walking all the way to the garage that was on a card he was given when the police advised him where to put his van to get fixed, Jake stopped at the door, wiping some sweat from his brow. He would have felt hot, but the rain was cooling, despite how irritating it was.

"Yes, I'm here."

Jake's eyes turned towards a young man standing under an alcove, evidently trying to keep away from the rain. As Jake moved into the workshop, Jeremy gripped his phone harder as the rain threatened to make it slip from his hand.

"All I have to do is sign the documents?" Jeremy found himself smiling down the phone.

"Yeah. They fished the car from the river and luckily it wasn't too totalled. I've already payed, so all you need to do is sign."

"Okay, I'll come pick you up soon."

"Great. I can't wait to get out of this hospital. See you."

"Bye." Jeremy hung up, extremely happy. It had been one of the hardest things in his life, watching the love of his life, Chloe, in critical condition. But she was lucky. Managing to get quick surgery, paying for it with her money, she was saved. Jeremy couldn't thank the doctors enough. Chloe was alive, she was well, and she was determined to get out of the hospital. The doctors had advised her to stay in the hospital, but the fact was she wanted to get out. And Jeremy agreed. He wanted nothing more than to be with Chloe again in a personal environment. Still, before he could do that, he had to get the car which had been waterlogged at the accident.

Most of the cars had actually survived, stopping when Jason began to have his panic attack, or at least the almost panic attack. However, Jeremy and Chloe had been right at the edge, and they had to climb back over the car just as the front tipped as the bridge was ripped from its hinges.

Jeremy glanced up just before entering the workshop, spotting the logo. It was a pair of dice, with some quirky mosquito mascot holding them up. Jeremy had to smile, the inner child channelled within him as he stared at the quite honestly fourth grade like art. With a final chortle, Jeremy ducked through the doorway and into the workshop.

"You know what?" David suddenly said, sipping a mug of coffee.

"What is it?" Dorothy asked, leaning towards her friend. Jason and Jennifer were still in the motel room, although talking personally at the other end in whispers.

"I sarcastically said that it sounds easy to find dice and eyes." David motioned with his mug outside the window.

"Yes..." Dorothy furrowed her brow, confused.

"Well, in the parking lot theres a flatbed truck carrying a car. The truck has a pair of dice on the door, with some kind of stupid looking mosquito. The kind you'd see a fourth grader draw."

Dorothy suddenly perked up, pulling herself up from the chair. "Are you certain?"

"Yup." David confirmed, still looking out. "Could this relate to the next person, the girl, right?"

"It could do..." Dorothy put a finger on her chin, thinking.

"Oh, look." David said without thinking. He quickly winced, apologising to Dorothy. "Well, listen. There's a kid walking down towards the store, I'd guess."

"Is there?" Dorothy asked, not entirely sure what David's point was.

"Yeah. I could've sworn I'd seen him on that bridge." David nodded to himself. "Yeah, definitely saw the kid."

"So, why would that be important?"

David suddenly perked up. "Well, what if, and hear me out here, what if that the girl was never actually going to die back then?" David leaned closer to the window. "What if that Sneakers bloke was meant to die, but the girl was going to survive. The second set of seemingly unrelated clues DID point to the next death, but it was someone completely different. What if it's that kid?"

"In that case we got to go down there." Jason suddenly said from across the room, carefully listening in.

"Oh?" David raised an eyebrow.

"Even if you're completely and utterly wrong, well, it's a chance we can't miss. And you said he was by some dice? Can't be a coincidence." Jason looked determined, his eyes steeled.

"So... you're saying he's next?" Jennifer asked.

"Yes." Jason nodded. "I may be completely and utterly wrong, but I have this feeling... I reckon he's next. That kid's going to die next unless we can prevent it."