The sounds of sirens could be heard throughout the parking garage… Now I know. I know that our life together was just a dream, a dying man’s fantasy. Leave it to me to see a future I won’t have right before I die. It’s fitting I suppose. I certainly wouldn’t have wanted my past to flash before my eyes. Perhaps if Chris hadn’t heard me coming up behind him. Perhaps if he hadn’t had time to defend himself. Perhaps if I had never come tonight. Perhaps if this evening had gone as I had planned….But it didn’t. I had to lie here watching Justin convulsing and bleeding to death, as I could feel the life slowly draining from my own body. I’m cold now. I can hear the sirens. Someone must have finally called for help. But they are too late. Too late to help Justin just as I was. Too late to stop me from going with him…..going wherever he may lead. I reach out for Justins hand, entwining our fingers together one last time. ________________________________________ AN: Thanks to Wethie for all her support and help with this. Okay now you can proceed to tar and feather me — but leave Wethie alone — she was not aware of the ending to this fic.