Shane: Hey Shay. It’s me.

She laid the flowers down on the grave.

Shane: I didn’t forget you. I’ve just been a bit busy. Did you miss me? I’ll make sure I come by more often.

Nun: You’ve always come at least four times a month, I think Shay wants you to move on a bit more too. He can’t bear to see his sister mope around here all day.

Shane: Sister Dana.

Dana: I’m no nun, I’m just hiding out here because I’m not ready to get back into society.

Shane: I want to be like you.

Dana: You can’t be here. You’re needed out there. Shay would’ve wanted you to. He needs to see you smile so he can be happy too in heaven.  

Shane: Dana, can I stay here for a few days?

Dana nodded.

Dana: Don’t hide Shane, you need to be out there. It’s you. Shay wouldn’t want you to hide either.

Shane smiled at Dana and she went back into the church. Shane laid down next to Shay’s gravestone.

Shane: I’m going to keep you company to make up for the time I’ve missed. I also want to show you someone. I’ll bring her to you, but don’t be angry with me. I won’t forget what I said. You’re my brother. I won’t leave you here without an answer. Wait for me.

Shane stayed at the church with Dana for 5 days. Each day she sat and talked with Shay. She always imagined Shay to be right there next to her, talking back and smiling widely. It was time to go and she knew it, a week was what she needed. She said bye to Dana and rode down the mountain again. She was driving around town trying to bring up the courage to go back to see Carmen. She stopped in front of the gate. The security guard opened the gate for her and she drove up to the front door. She saw Carmen sitting on a swing by the side. Bobby and Tidwell were right. Carmen was something else. She was an angel, maybe sent by Shay.

Carmen’s eyes followed the motorcyclist. The slender form reminded her of Shane. She didn’t know anyone who rode a motorcycle. Could it be her? She hadn’t heard from Shane in a week. She didn’t speak to Jenny either. Her days and nights were just the same. Her mind always on Shane. She watched the motorcyclist take off her helmet and got off the bike. The black shaggy hair blew around in the wind. A white hand combed through the unruly hair as the rider slowly turned. Shane and Carmen’s eyes met. Carmen got up from the swing slowly. She didn’t trust her eyes. Shane put the helmet on the bike and walked towards Carmen. Carmen ran for Shane. Her dress blowing in the wind. The tears she held in all came rushing out. She ran faster than she had ever ran before. The wind seemed to pick her up and blow her into the arms of the girl. Her heart was fluttering around her thumping loudly.

Carmen: Shane!