"Nice bachelor party, eh Michael? You’d better get home and get some sleep for tomorrow." The bartender held Michael steady as he led him through the vile piles of vomit to the door. " See you tomorrow Michael!" He said as he gave Michael a small push outside. The bartender finished cleaning up the last of the bodies and began the disgusting job of mopping up the green and yellow vomit, trying not to add his own to the mess.

"Sleep, need sleep." Michael had to constantly remind himself of where he was going as he stumbled around in the dark. He had no idea where he was, he just knew he needed to get home. "Sleep, sleepsleepsleepsleep." Michael wondered why the bartender kept talking about tomorrow. It was just another one of those things. Days. He’d have to work again and then he’d see Amber. "Amber!" He suddenly yelled. The wedding! He’d forgotten. Michael started running and tripped over a box laying right in front of him. As he flew through the air, he wondered, "What was that box doing in the middle of the road?" His flight was stopped by a solid wall. His body crumpled behind a few boxes and crates. He tried looking around and realized he was in some ally. Before he could get his bearings more, spots flashed in his eyes and the word "Amber" could barely be heard escaping his lips. Slowly, he drifted into the dream world of unconsciousness.

Michael woke the next morning to the sound of bells ringing. As he cracked his eyes open the full effect of his hangover hit him and he vomited. Holding his hands to his head in an attempt to ward off the pain caused by the loud, ringing bells, Michael stood on shaky knees. Promptly falling over again, he sat there on his back staring at the morning sky when, all of a sudden, the bells rang again and pain tore through his head. "What’s with all these bells!" yelled Michael, to no one in particular and flinched again as his voice echoed through his head, burning with pain the whole way. "Wedding Bells?" Michael realized some portion of his memory was returning as he remembered that someone was having a wedding that day. "But who?" wondered Michael as he again attempted to stand. "Let’s see, well, there was a bachelor party last night. Hmm, I must be hung over" he realized with a slight grin. "Now, who was that party for, hmm, John, no, Ahlek, no not him either, oh no! Michael yelled and tried to run, but only managed to scramble over a wall of crates and stumble along the road towards his home and away from the church where he was due at the altar, to be wed to Amber Hilwar.

"Stupid bachelor party!" Mikael screamed at himself as he threw on his fancy clothes in his fancy mansion. Tripping and falling around the room as he struggled with the suit. Finally, he got it all on and rushed over to the mirror to check himself out. "ARGH! MY SHIRT’S ON BACKWARDS!!!!" Mikael ripped his shirt off, reversed it, and threw it back on as he rushed out the front door, buttoning it as he ran down the street. A first he ran hard and fast, but the hangover quickly caught up with him and soon he was practically crawling along the street, wishing he was dead. Every heart beat reminded him that he was alive, though, and the blood pounded in his head as he rushed towards the church. Rounding a bend, he could see the chapel rising high into the sky, a golden bell hanging within a white arch. He could make out the entire building now, beautiful stained glass windows spotted the bright white exterior, and it was one of the only buildings with a well kept lawn and shrubberies. The bell started ringing again, bringing more anguish to the groom. Dropping to his knees from the pain, tears began to sting his eyes, and he had to sit helplessly and wait for the bellringer to stop.

Inside the church, people began to talk in hushed whispers, rumors about the groom’s location and reason’s for him being there. The only people in the room not talking about Mikael were the red-eyed participants of his late-night bachelor party. The crowd was dressed in their finest array of clothing, two of the richest families in the entire town were gathered on either side of the aisle. All the guests on the Corwin side of the church seemed to think it was the bride’s fault Mikael was gone, and the guests on the Hilwar side of the room thought Mikael didn’t have the guts to show. At the altar, the best man and the priest waited impatiently, one of the groomsman began to tap his feet. The sound echoed throughout the vast chamber, and soon the tapping died away as the groomsman felt the eyes of all the guests shift to him, conversations dying. Suddenly, a boom resounded through the entire church, and it began to shake. Candelabras fell, and the support beams began to crack. When the first stained glass window shattered, panic spread through the crowded church like the plague. People tried to stand and run, but were thrown from their feet by the shaking. A scream cut through the murmur of excitement and panic filling the room as a beam landed on a family of four, crushing the father and the legs of the mother. More beams began to fall, and soon it seemed as if the entire world was falling apart.

Mikael could not understand what was happening. The bell had stopped, but his head still throbbed heavily, and he kept getting thrown to his feet by tremors when he tried to stand. He lifted his head to see if his eyesight agreed with his body’s lack of balance, and to his horror, it did. Mikael could see a large crack in the side of the church widen and lengthen, creeping up to the roof. With a large crack, the bell fell from it’s support and crashed through the church. Walls shook, boards snapped, and Mikael could now hear the screams of the dying within the holy temple. "Earthquake!" was the only word Mikael could think of before the entire building collapsed, taking with it all of his family and all of his friends. When the shaking stopped and the buildings around him were left as rubble, Mikael stumbled forward towards the fallen church. When he approached he saw an arm that had been ripped off and thrown clear of the wreckage. It was the arm of a small child, and the thought of the life being ripped out of the matching body was too much for Mikael. As he fled the tragedy, Mikael thought to himself, "I should have been in there, I should have died with them. I should be dead too."