A.N - Please remember that she went through one of the doors and, therefore, this hasn't all been a dream. She has now been put into an Alternate Reality.

Yes, it was Jesse who grabbed her to stop her. Which is why there is no mention of Paul in this chapter. Well, a real Paul anyway.

Chapter 17

My Professor's voice startled me awake. If I'd known that Psychology was going to be this boring, I never would have taken it.

I trudged out of the classroom with the rest of the students, barely acknowledging the fact that the professor was still shouting out assignments.

"Remember to read Chapter Twelve," he reminded us. "I want a five page essay on it by the 31st."

I made a mental note to write the assignment on a Post-It note when I got back to my dorm.

"Hey, you," My boyfriend, Jesse, called from where he'd been leaning against the wall, waiting for me to leave the room.


Jesse pushed himself off of the wall and wrapped his arms around me as he pulled me in for a kiss.

I pulled away smiling, noting all the jealous looks I was getting from almost every girl dotted around campus.

"How was your lesson?" He asked as he wrapped his arm around my waist and began walking me back to the dormitory I shared with my best friend Cee Cee.

"Boring," I yawned as Jesse chuckled.

"So," he ventured. "Nothing even remotely interesting happened?"

I began to shake my head before I remembered what I'd been dreaming about before I'd been interrupted by the bell.

"Actually," I began as Jesse raised his eyebrow, obviously surprised. "I had the strangest dream ..."


Jesse was still laughing by the time we reached my dorm room.

"What's so funny?" Cee Cee wanted to know as I walked through the door with a frown on my face whilst Jesse was laughing his head off.

"Susannah here," he began, "dreamt that I was a ghost, and that she could see me. Apparently I died in the 19th Century, when my fiancée's lover strangled me in my own barn!"

After he explained Jesse started laughing even harder.

"It's not funny!" I cried petulantly once again.

"It kind of is, querida," he kissed my temple in an attempt to placate me.

I ignored him, went to my bed and flipped through a magazine, facing my back to him.

"Querida," he moved to sit behind me on the bed. "It was just a dream."

"Yes," I agreed. "But dreams have some truth to them don't they? They have to be based on something that happens to you during the day."

Jesse frowned.

"So, today," he began. "In the time that you had a lesson, you got scared that I was going to die?"

"No!" I turned to face him. "I'm just saying, that maybe there's more to this dream then you think. And you shouldn't just laugh it off."

"Querida," he said again. "It's just a dream. You don't care if I laugh at any of your other dreams."

"None of those dreams seemed as real as this one," I countered quietly.

The next few moments passed in silence while Jesse and I stared at each other.

"Fine," he sighed, giving in. "Let's go look up the dream."

I smiled triumphantly as I got off the bed again and left with Jesse to the campus library.

"Bye!" I called to an extremely amused Cee Cee.

"Good luck!" She called back before getting on with her homework.


I stood behind Jesse, leaning over his shoulder to read the page that was open in front of him.

"Ha!" I told him happily. "I told you there was more to it then you thought!"

Jesse turned to smile at me.

"Yes, querida," he agreed. "But, was the ghost you saw -"

"You were the ghost." I interrupted him.

He shot me a look.

"Yes," he agreed. "But it sounds strange for me to say 'when I was a ghost, did I seem happy or frightening?'"

I rolled my eyes.

"It was just a dream, Jesse," I threw his words back at him.

He rolled his eyes.

"Nombre de Dios," he muttered under his breath before sighing and continuing. "So, what was I?"

His question was said through a wince.

"Well," I thought back over my dream, ignoring his reaction to his sentence. "Happy for the most part."

He raised his eyebrow.

"Well, you wasn't happy when I was with Paul, if that's what you wanted to know."

Jesse's attention was totally taken away from the dream dictionary we'd found in the library.

"You dreamed about another guy?" He asked me angrily.

"I dreamed up a whole new guy," I told him. "Do you actually know anybody called Paul Slater?"

Jesse had to admit that he hadn't, and, seeing as there was no actual threat of my leaving him - like I would - he had to let it go. He turned back to the book.

"Ah, happy ghost, here it is." He read it over before smirking and reading it aloud for me to hear. "'If the dream ghost is a happy one, your future prospects look bright.'"

I smiled widely.

"See," I exclaimed. "I told you! Future prospects looks bright!"

Jesse wrapped his arms around me, hiding us from the librarians prying eyes by taking us behind a bookshelf.

"And what are your future prospects?" He asked, kissing me softly on the lips.

I giggled.

"Obviously," I told him. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you. So, seeing as that looks bright, I don't have to worry about anyone taking you away from me now."

"You didn't have to worry about that anyway," he told me, kissing me fully on the lips. "I'm here to stay. From now until after my death - according to you."

I slapped him lightly on the shoulder before I went back to kissing him.

Yes, my future prospects looked bright, indeed.

A.N 2 - Yes, that was the end. Albeit a very cheesey - and, hopefully, believable - one. I'd just like to thank everyone who reviewed throughout this fic. I'm really glad you did and I love you all!