Several heavy rock anthems came and went… then he heard the melodic tones of a song that had stuck with him for the last ten years. He had put it on...there on purpose, knowing it was special to him and Tracy. He smiled as he closed his eyes.Tracy finally shed a tear as soon as the coach was out of sight. She regretted her actions a decade ago but had tried to move on, even getting back with the father of her child – having a second in the process. Then came a second husband but still he felt. Although he was Kentama's assistant, he got along well enough with his boss to warrant ribbing him occasionally about his lack of a love life. "You're not getting any younger, you know. Besides, it'd be great to have a pretty little lady around here. Not that you're not pretty, after all, but you're not really my type." You're such an ass," Kentama shot back with mock disgust. "Even if I did meet the woman of my dreams out there, I certainly wouldn't bring her back here. You'd screw her. He couldn’t help but wonder what their children would look like.Carl was aware that he had been wrong about a couple of his assumptions. For one, he had originally thought that he was staying in a guest room. It wasn’t until Kelly raised the bed so that he’d be more comfortable that he realized it wasn’t a regular bed, but a hospital bed. When he could see a little better, he had found that he was in a room set up like a room found in a long care facility.With all of Betsy’s talk about her. Looking up he saw a car sliding directly towards him. Thinking quickly he dove towards the street, next thing he knew he was on a sheet of ice sledding towards the intersection below. Acting quickly he reached out and grabbed at a light pole. Not feeling anything he reached up just in time to see the parked car make contact with his head. Slowly opening his eyes he saw nothing around except a glowing person, figuring his glasses were just glaring cause of some snow he went to rub them. But he.