Hey I'm not dead! Just a moron. I was having major writer's block and was bothered by other things in my life. Also, I know that Minecon will be held in the U.S. and not in the U.K. It just fits my story better for it to be there. And just want to remind you I am not from the U.K., so I am not familiar with British words. I try to use more British speech when people are talking versus when I'm describing something.

Anyway, without further ado…the next chapter!

Simon's P.O.V.

"I can't believe you guys are doing this," Hannah complained from the backseat of the car. Simon sighed for about the fifth time.

"I told you, this could help him!" Simon answered, his hands turning white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. He was absolutely sick of arguing about this.

"I'm kind of getting tired of you guys talking about me like I'm not here," Lewis said. The three were on their way to sign-up for a panel at Minecon. Usually, they would just register online; but this year was going to be different. This time around, they could check out the convention center before the days of the event since it would be held in London. The two hour drive didn't seem that significant, but it stretched on with all the bickering that was being exchanged.

"Sorry," Simon mumbled. "But I do really think that this could jog some of your memory."

"I suppose," Lewis answered. With that, a much needed silence fell over the group. For the next 45 minutes, Simon enjoyed the silence. Although silence seemed to occur more frequently since Lewis's incident, it never seemed to be quiet enough. While no sounds were being heard externally, the noise never seemed to stop in Simon's head. The thoughts, regrets, and hopes bounced around in Simon's head until he wanted to scream. With every day that passed, Simon grew more and more unfaithful that Lewis would make some progress. Luckily, Simon was saved from the torture of his own little world when they finally arrived.

"Well, this place looks intimidating," Lewis said, as he got out of the car. Gazing at the building, Simon was questioning how Mojang exactly booked this place. Glass lined the 8-story tall structure and was complete with a slanted roof that gave the sunlight plenty of room to shine through. Inside, Simon spotted a large lobby leading off to who-knows-what.

"Let's stop admiring and get in there," Hannah said, sounding a bit nicer than she did during the car ride. Lewis and Simon merely nodded and entered.

They were greeted by a smiling lady who pointed the trio to a line of tables constructed near the left wall. An abundance of people were milling around in line, attempting to either land a panel, buy tickets, or just get some information. Dreading the seemingly endless wait, Simon started towards the nearest line until Hannah interrupted.

"There's really no need for all of us to wait," she said. "Why don't who and Lewis just go off and do something else?"

A rush of relief overcame Simon as he smiled at her and walked towards the door followed by Lewis.

"Thanks, Hannah," Lewis said, over his shoulder. For the first time in a while, a genuine smile crossed Hannah's face as she waved them out. It was relatively warm outside even though it was late in the afternoon; this gave Simon an idea.

"Maybe we could get some ice-cream or something?" Simon offered, as he hopped into the driver's seat. It was an incredibly corny thing to do, but it was the best Simon could think of.

"Sure, why not," Lewis answered.

Simon had not been to London many times and was greatly hoping they didn't manage to get themselves lost. Fortunately, Lewis spotted a small ice-cream shop after only driving around for five minutes.

Break-time seemed to have started for employees, so there seemed to be no hope of finding a parking-spot. Nevertheless, Simon ended up uncovering one. Of course, it was on the other side of the road and about two blocks down, but it could have been worse.

"It's better than nothing," Lewis said.

"Yeah, at least we'll get our exercise for the day," Simon said. Lewis snorted with laughter and followed Simon to the cross-walk. Cars whizzed by and a wave of beeps permeated the area as Simon pushed the walk button.

"I hate all this waiting; I just wanted some bloody ice-cream!" Simon complained.

"Patience doesn't seem to be your strongest point, it is?" Lewis said, chuckling. Finally, the awaited 'walk' signal appeared and the two crossed the road. Some drivers gave the two dirty looks, as if it was their fault that they were late for something important. At the moment, Simon felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Wondering who it could be, he reached for his phone.

One second, Simon was looking down at his phone and the next…time seemed to slow. Lewis was behind him and all he could hear was a startled shout and a pull on his shoulder. Instinctively, Simon stepped back. Literally half a second later, a honking car sped by where Simon had been standing.

Like the idiot he was, Simon froze.

What just happened?

Simon managed to get on the sidewalk with a little push from behind. Turning around, Simon was faced with a very pale Lewis.

"What were you thinking?!" Lewis asked, throwing his arms up. "Do you know what could have happened?!"

Unable to respond, Simon just stared at the ground until he could form words.

"Did you pull me back?" Simon asked.

"What was I supposed to do, let you die?" Lewis said. Still stunned by what had happened, Simon just stared blankly.

"Maybe some ice-cream will make you feel better," Lewis suggested.

After a pause he added, "Wow. I feel like I'm your mum."

Walking ahead, Lewis led the way to the shop while Simon tried to comprehend what had happened in a mere number of seconds.

I almost died. How am I alive?

It looked like Lewis was the better friend.