AN: So as usual, I don't own MI High, nor anything you may recognise. I just own Demi and Patterson. Now, serious question, would you like a sequel? If you would, review and tell me. Also, since most of my characters are dead, if I do a sequel, would you be OK with me creating more original characters? Not as many as last time, 3 at most. Anyway, thank you again for reading and commenting, it means a lot!

It had been 3 weeks. 3 weeks since Carrie, Olly, Amy and Jamie died. Aside from Patterson, Demi was the only survivor of the incident at Patterson Manor. When Demi went to sleep each night, all she could see was everyone who died. She was scarred, physically and mentally. Everyone could see it. Demi hardly talked anymore, not even to her dad. She blamed herself more than anything. Had she not existed, Olly wouldn't have been brought in to protect her, he'd still be alive. Jamie and Carrie would still be OK, living the family life. And maybe Amy wouldn't have gone insane. Just maybe. In an attempt to get closure, Demi went to the ashes of Patterson manor. She sat there, waiting for something to happen. In the end, the only thing that happened was that it started raining, and Demi got soaked. She went back there once a week, attempting to get better. It just so happened that on her last visit, Patterson sat down beside her. Neither of them spoke for a while, until Patterson said, "I'm sorry." Demi looked at him,

"It's not your fault. It's mine." She quietly said.

"How is this your fault? You just happened to want to come back and save me. That's just you Dems." He replied, looking at her. "I'm too stupid to be a MI9 agent. I'm responsible for the deaths of 5 people Harry. I still see them, you know. I just can't forget." She said.

"5 people? How? It's not your fault Jamie is dead. You didn't ask your mother to stab her in the neck, did you? Exactly. It's not your fault Olly's dead either. He sacrificed himself so that you would be safe. That wasn't your fault. Carrie was shot. You weren't holding the gun, not your fault. Stella shot Amy, ergo not your fault. Milton died in an explosion. That was not your fault. None of this is, it's just circumstance." Patterson said.

"Why are you being nice to me?" Demi asked.

"Because you saved me. But, don't get used to it. I think you need a friend in times like this. Especially since you have basically no one left now." Patterson said, faintly smiling.

"Yeah. Thank you." Demi said, wrapping her arms around him. Patterson chuckled and hugged her back.

"You're welcome. Now, I think you'd better get back." He murmured. She nodded, and got up.

"I don't suppose I'll see you again?"

"Oh, I'll be around. If you look hard enough, you'll find me." Patterson said, smiling. Demi nodded, and ran off into the forest, back to her house. She entered her bedroom, and found a message on her mirror which terrified her.

I'm still here Demi. You can run, but you can't hide, not from me.

- Amy.

AN: And I'm going to leave it there! Hope you enjoyed reading this whole thing. Thanks for reading!