Chapter Fifty One
It's the same every night.
I'm standing on the sidewalk. Isabelle is walking home from school. As she crosses the street, a car comes out from nowhere, and hits her.
I run to her, crying. I shout at the woman getting out of the driver's seat, "Call 911!"
She calls 911, but I can tell that she can't hear me at all.
It's like I'm astral projecting. Except no one can see me.
And then Cas gets me.
...
"I know it's not the end," I told him. "Why won't you let me see the rest of it? There is much, much more."
Cas hesitated. "No…"
"Why not?" I asked. "Please, just a bit more. I need to know if she's alive."
"She isn't," Castiel said. He was the hard angel now. "She's at peace."
That last part…'She's at peace'…that doesn't sound right.
That's the voice Cas makes when he's lying.
He was still hiding something from me….
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After the meeting with Harry, the Winchesters, and the Avengers, the Doctor and I went to bed in the Tardis. My room was amazing now. It had my samurai sword and my special stick, (which I had finally found). I also kept my Swiss Army Knife on the dresser. At night, Sexy would change the walls so I'd see the space outside the Tardis. It was like my bed was flying through space.
The next morning, the Doctor and I awoke in the Tardis and made breakfast. We set the course for London. Sherlock's parents had returned early, and he went home for the last five days. We were going to surprise him.
It wasn't until we got outside that we realized what we have done.
"Something doesn't feel right…" I said.
"Oh, it'll be fine," the Doctor said. "Come on…" He grabbed my hand and pulled me around.
"No, something is wrong, Doctor!" I said, more persistently.
"No, everything is fine. Stop worrying," he said. "You worry too much."
"Said the crazy time-travelling alien," I muttered. But I shut up anyway.
We passed right by Scotland Yard when a man ran out of the building with a gun. Several police officers followed him. I saw Lestrade come out, leading the pack.
Unfortunately, we were standing to close.
...
The man grabbed me and pulled me over, holding the gun to my neck.
"Really?" I asked no one in particular. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."
"Let me go, or I'll shoot the girl," he said.
"Alright," I said.
He looked confused. "What?"
"Shoot me. I have depression. I was going to jump off a building anyway. Suppose it doesn't matter how I die. Just shoot me," I said.
I got him by surprise. He had no idea what to do now, and that gave me a chance to kick him in the balls.
He went down fast.
As I moved away, and the police surrounded him, he raised his gun, and pointed at me.
And I got shot.
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