James was a magical person. Over the last 15 or so years, Logan had perpetually convinced himself that he would never have a good life. He thought he would die young, alone and depressed. Then James rolled into the picture and changed everything. Sure, he moved a little fast, but after spending that much time completely isolated and lonely, Logan was thankful for what he had to offer. He worked miracles and Logan was now wondering how he could possibly make it up to James. Sexual favors worked, but he hoped there was more.

Sleep that night yielded strange dreams for Logan. They weren't nightmares or at all scary, but absolutely weird. He was wandering around as a child, up and down a coastline. He picked up numerous seashells, testing each one for the "ocean sound" inside it and then stowed them in the bottom of his t-shirt, which he held out like a pouch. Then a pig sprung its head out of the sand and stuck its tongue out at Logan. That was the last detail he could immediately remember.

The morning rolled in like a hazy cloud. James woke up all at once and saw Logan still fast asleep, with ribbons of sunlight tickling his face. The taller guy gently put his hand on Logan's cheek and touched his soft skin. His mind began to wander around, creating elaborate scenarios of what their wedding would be like. They could have a small service and tell hardly anybody, or it could be huge. It really depended on how much Logan would be willing to put out for it. It didn't matter to James, since the most important part wouldn't change.

Logan's eyes fluttered. He groaned and let out a hissy breath of air all at once.

"You awake?" James whispered.

"Mhmm."

"You still mean what you said last night, right?"

"What did I say?"

"About marrying me."

"Yeah. I still mean it." Logan smiled real cute.

"I don't want to rush you into anything," James said, thumbing over his lips. "But I so don't want you to feel alone. I'm not going anywhere."

Logan placed his hand over top of James's and slowly laced their fingers together. "What did you want to be? When you were little?"

"Uuhh…I'm not sure. Why?"

"I was just thinking about it, that's all." Logan giggled to himself quietly and turned onto his back. "You know, I could never figure it out when I was small. Everyone had a dream except for me."

"Dream…yeah, I guess I had some dreams."

"Like what?"

"Well, when I was in my teens, I thought I was going to be a model. I worked real hard at getting in shape, but when it came down to it, I guess I didn't have it in me."

"A model?"

"Yeah."

Logan smiled. By now he was used to James's body and knew it well, but the reality of his face remained a mystery. If he had aspired to be a model, he must be really, really good looking.

"Can we read more of the new book?" Logan asked.

"This early?"

"Yeah. We didn't get far."

James grumbled and rolled over to his nightstand. He took Blind Man in his hands and flopped it open to the first page, where they had barely made any progress the night before. James continued to read.

"It's strange to have your life flipped upside down in the matter of minutes, especially if you are just a child. Can you imagine being unable to watch yourself grow up? All you can do it touch your face and piece together strange pieces of what you thought you knew."

"Hmmm…" Logan hummed. He put his chin on James's bicep. "I can relate."

"I know, right? It's sorta freaky."

"Keep going."

"When I was a little boy, I had a fantastic dream of being a painter. I would beg my parents to take me to art exhibits, where I would spend seemingly impossible amounts of time examining the paintings. Every brush stroke was interesting. I wanted to make something beautiful with my hands; something that would make others happy.

"But when I lost my sight, my dream came crashing down. It was physically and emotionally crippling, knowing that I would never accomplish anything."

"Ahh…"

"You okay?" James asked.

"Y-yeah."

"Hitting home?"

"Yeah…"

Their reading session was cut short when they heard a loud noise on the other side of the wall. James perked up and tried to listen.

"What was that?" Logan asked.

"Kendall and Carlos…shhh."

It sounded like they were arguing. There was a thud sound and then Kendall shrieked, "Well maybe you should just leave!"

"Maybe. I. Will." Carlos threw an answer back at him and then it all felt silent. Logan put his fingers up to his lips and made a worried face.

"What happened?" he whispered.

"I dunno, I dunno. Stay here, let me go ask him."

"O-okay."

James stepped out of bed and slipped his robe on. He swallowed hard, left the room and went over to Kendall's room. It was still quiet. He knocked real soft. "It's me," James announced.

"Ahhh I don't wanna talk, man," Kendall said within.

"Everything okay?"

"No. He's gone. He's done."

"Well. Um. Okay. If you're sure."

"I'll tell you later," Kendall sighed.

Unable to help any further, James returned to his room.

"What happened?" Logan asked. He was sitting up in bed now.

"He doesn't want to talk about it now," James said with a disappointed sigh. "Says Carlos is gone. Man, that's a shame."

"Oh no…"

"It's alright. Kendall is a big boy. But hey, I gotta get dressed and head into work. You going to be okay?"

"Uh huh. Like I have any other choice," Logan said cutely.

"Could you just check on Kendall at some point?"

"Okay."

James got ready for the day and made his way out and into it. The proposal really did help; Logan felt way more confident about James returning in the evening. He kept touching the stones and giggling to himself. But the afternoon wasn't all wonderful. As Logan found himself sitting in the living room, dictating more precious memories to his word processor, he suddenly realized that he hadn't heard Kendall at all. He decided to see what he was up to. Logan didn't know anything about break ups, but it must be hard. He stood up and slowly made his way over to the hallway, tracing a path with his fingertips along the wall. Kendall's room was totally alien to him, but he could at least figure which door was his. He knocked a few times, but there was no answer. That was funny, because he definitely would have heard Kendall leaving. Logan decided to go inside. He slowly opened the door and stepped inside. He heard Kendall making some sort of noise…coughing? Weezing. Gasping.

"Kendall?" Logan called out.

"Lo-Lo-…uh…Lo…" the sound of the blond sputtering came from the ground. Logan's heart suddenly raced. Something was terribly wrong.

"Kendall? Are you okay?"

"Lo….uhh…Lo…"

Logan began to panic. He reached around and tried to find Kendall. It sounded like the coughing was coming from the ground, so he got down on his knees and started to feel across the carpet. In the middle of the room, he touched a leg. It was convulsing rapidly.

"Kendall? What's wrong?" Logan cried. He patted his palms along Kendall's body until he got to his head. Kendall's entire body was shaking and he didn't speak, just muttered a few random syllables. Logan didn't know what to do. What was wrong? Then he heard a little voice in the back of his head.

Ca…call 9-11…

It was the echo of his sister's voice. Logan gathered his courage and tried to find a phone. He patted down Kendall's thin body. He had a cellphone in his pocket, but it was a touchscreen and Logan didn't know how to use any buttons on it. James didn't have a house line, right?

"What do I do? What do I do?" Logan cried out in desperation.

Kendall made a noise that sounded like his mouth was foaming and wet. He managed to squeeze a little word out. "Neighbor," he gargled.

Logan got up to his feet and hobbled out of the bedroom. He was working as quickly as he could, but his steps had to be so careful that he couldn't go too fast. He teetered through the living room and to the front door. There, he managed to get it open and felt down the side of the wall until he found another door. He knocked and knocked. Soon, it opened up.

"Uh, hello?" a woman's voice asked.

"My roommate is sick," Logan sputtered out. "Help. Please help. Call 9-11. I can't see."

"Oh, my," the woman said. "Where is your roommate?"

"Over here. Can you lead me please?"

The woman nodded and took Logan's arm. He told her where to go and they made it back to Kendall's room.

"Oh my God!" the woman yelled out. She dialed the emergency number on her phone, and soon the ambulance began to sound.