Ah… the last chapter. First fanfic ever finished. ^_^ (I’ve started a few… had thoughts mulling around in my head… but finished? Nope. I think posting it drove me to finish because I knew y’all wanted more. I wasn’t just writing down my thoughts and hoping people would like it, I was writing down more and more chapters because I knew y’all read them). You guys have been great readers ^_^. Don’t worry… I’ll write more Strange Days fics, but I think I want to start some anime ones for the time being. Anyways……… On with the story!!!

“Calm down Josie, worrying won’t get you anywhere,” Lucas faintly heard Vaughn’s voice trying to calm down his friend. It kind of irked him that, even in his dream world, Vaughn was snatching Josie right under his nose.

“Vaughn’s right,” He heard Corrine’s voice, too. “Lucas will be fine; the doctors said he had a seventy-five percent chance of recovery.”

“That’s strange.” Lucas thought. “Why would they be worried about me? I’m right here.”

“What about the other twenty-five percent?” Josie asked Corrine. “That’s a big chunk of chance to just have faith!” Though her voice was still quiet, Josie’s worry shone through, making her retorts sharper.

“Josie, I understand what you’re going though,” Marshall said. “I mean, he’s my best friend. You don’t just get over your best friend being put in a coma.” Now Lucas was even more confused. Wasn’t he Marshall’s best friend? He obviously wasn’t in a coma, was he? He heard them just fine, but something inside him wanted him to just listen for a while. He wanted to catch what was going on before he said anything.

“I know twenty-five percent is a large number,” Z’s voice was the most calming. “But there’s nothing you can do, Josie.” Lucas heard a small sniffle and wondered who it came from, but he soon got his answer.

“It’s all my fault. Lucas wouldn’t have been hurt if I would have known that the real Lucas would never kill anyone… even if he was ‘posessed.’” Josie’s voice cracked as she said these words betraying the fact that she was crying. Wait, Josie was crying? Josie? What was going on? And why was the science club together again? They had parted ways after defeating Avenir. Sure, Lucas and Marshall talked to each other which also meant Lucas got plenty of Corrine (or too much in Lucas’ opinion), but other than that he hadn’t spoken to any of the science club members since… wait. Maybe he had.

Lucas vaguely remembered a laboratory, and looking at a person who looked just like him. He also rembered Avenir, and Josie, and the knife… and everyone, everything… he remembered it all. Instantly, his eyes snapped open and he jerked awake into a sitting position. He looked around the room he was in.

He couldn’t see much, he had no idea where his glasses were, but he could tell he was in a hospital room. The walls were a drab pale green he thought (though he couldn’t be sure) and he heard the beeping of a heart monitor he assumed to be his. He also saw many blurry faces, but he knew who they all were. The tallest, of course, was Z. That one was easy.

Marshall and Vaughn were close enough to the same height that Lucas had to look at their body types to tell who was who. Obviously, the sturdier one was Vaughn. Lucas could tell who Corrine was by the way she stood. She always stood like she was better than everyone in the room and she knew it (at least in Lucas’ opinion). He liked Corrine, he really did, but she could be a very big know-it-all at times. Then, by process of elimination, Josie was left, but Lucas would have known it was her regardless. Her gorgeous red hair stood out among every single science club member.

After he took in his surroundings, he could focus on himself. That was when he noticed the throbbing pain in his right arm. He looked down at it, bewildered. How had he gotten that again? Oh, yeah. He saved Josie’s life. It hurt like nothing he had ever experienced.

“Ow.” He said hoarsely. His voice was raw with pain from not having spoken or drunk anything in the past few days. He reached out to touch his right arm with his left hand, but Josie stopped him.

“You’ll only hurt it more,” she told him. “Please, I don’t want you to leave again.” Lucas smiled and did what she was told. That was when it hit him. He regretted sitting up as quickly as he did as the room started to spin.

“Hey, Lucas!” Marshall exclaimed. “Buddy, are you alright?” He helped him into a laying position.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Lucas stated. “But can I have some water?”

“Sure thing,” the whole science club said in unison. “It’s good to have you back.”

“It’s good to be back.” Lucas smiled warmly at his friends, his science family.