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Alone, high... and in panic.

Not knowing what to expect.

Other than knowing why you were there.

In that instant, she saw him.

His apparition.

Foggy or smoky, this was yet the beginning.....



Her: _____ is that you?!

Him: _____! I never thought!  How could I of found you!  Oh, haha! (hugs her)

Her: (cries) It's really you, isn't it?

Him: I believe so... how "are" you?  What are you doing out here smoking pot?

Her: I don't call it smoking pot.  I call it "mellowing out".

Him: Now you remember how...!  (appears quiet)

Her: I know.  I know how rough it was when I was younger.  I'm not the same.  I mean, don't get me wrong.  I don't put up shit from anybody.

Him: I bet.  How's your Mom... Paul?  Are they well?  Their health?  Their lives?  Tell me everything.



She begins to talk about the end of his life.  How it affect the household and how even the house seem sad that he was gone.  His presence in the house was still strong, but it could not move on.



Him: (sighs) I'm sorry.  I should've... I don't know what I should've done.  It seems such a long time ago.  I don't know why I did the things I did when i was alive.

Her: But you are alive now... aren't you?

Him: (laughs quietly) I wish.

Her: (puts head on his shoulder) You never asked how I became when you died...

Him: I know how you were.  Even before I died, I knew how it was going to be on you.  Tough, but it made you what you are now.

Her: I feel the same.  It's odd.  Sometimes I feel that you're still alive.  That you just left to the grocery store.  And that you would be back soon...

Him: I wish that would be true.  Just to say "I'll be right back" and it being true.

Her: I just... I don't know.  I really... missed you.  I wished for all of it to be have been a dream.  I don't know where I'd be today if you were still alive.

Him: There's nothing more to wish for.  You wish for things that are important in your life.  The things that are still here.  I'm no longer here.



They both knew that time would pretty soon run out and it would be probably the last chance they would meet.  



Her: Don't go!

Him: I've go to.  There's no other way to see each other again.  Until... you come along.  But that's when its your time.  

Her: But... (tears in her eyes) I don't want you to go. Let me just... I want to...

Him: It's okay Mel.

Her: (cries) I want to... I want to say I'm sorry!

Him: I know you have!  I've heard you all this time.  We've all known, up there.  We can hear everything, you know.  EVERYTHING.  But don't be embarassed because we stop listening when it gets "too" private.

Her: hahahaha!  (laughs)

Him: I'm joking.  Listen, before I go... I just wanted to say that.. love is not having to say you're sorry.  I remember that line from somewhere when I used to be alive.  Whatever happens, remember that I'll always look after you and I'm always there with you... in your heart.

Her: (sniffs)

Him: Please take good care of your Mom.  Just tell her that you have a gut feeling that I'm okay wherever I'm at.  

Her: I will.  What about Paul?

Him: He's in my thoughts and dreams everyday... I'm always thinking of him... always.

Her: Okay..

Him: I wish you a good journey.

Her: A good journey?

Him: Yes.  That's what life is.  A good journey.

Her: (smiles) I should've known you would say something like that.

Him: (hugs her) Goodbye.

Her: Goodbye.