John would come to visit her grave this evening. Now would be Lucy's change to finally say what needed to be said. Two whole years of waiting in agony to communicate with him, not entirely sure what she was going to say, now was the time. She was desperate to just talk to him.

She wanted him to be happy. After all this time that she had been watching him, she had finally decided what would make him happy. Abby.

I had to work. It just had to. IT would be difficult to communicate with him but she had to try. Even though it was the best time for Lucy's spirit to establish the link to the living world, when John is most likely to be thinking of her, it still may not work. And even if it did it would only be a very brief encounter.

She had to tell him what he should do. Until she made him realise what she was sure he already knew, neither one of them would be able to move on.

* * *

Carter walked down the cold, windy street, wrapped up tight in his overcoat and scarf, heading for the cemetery.

Mark Greene had given him the rest of his shift off. After the incident in the trauma room, he felt that Carter couldn't fully concentrate on his work.

He was right.

John go to the crossing and heard laughter coming out of the bar nearby. If only he felt like that. The healthy thing to do would be to celebrate Lucy's life, not mourn her death but that was easier said than done.

He crossed the road, in between the usual early evening rush of cars. He reached the gate and paused, wondering what he was going to say and almost bottled out of going inside these walls but a sudden memory of her beautiful, distressed face as she lay, bleeding to death on that floor was all he needed to convince him to go in.

He wasn't completely sure what he was going to tell her, or what he hoped this visit would achieve but he had to make his peace and clear his mind.

* * *

"OK Mr. Fitzgerald, all done. You're free to leave."

"Thank you Miss."

Abby put the last stitch in the gentleman's hand and walked out of curtain two to tend to the next patient. It was surprisingly quiet in the ER and all the patient that were there were already being seen to. She headed to the admit desk anyway but just leant on the counter and rested her head in her hands.

She was thinking about Carter (no change there then) and the pain he must be feeling at this point in time. Abby had offered to accompany John to the cemetery to visit Lucy but, as

much as she wanted to be there for him and comfort him, she knew at the back of her mind that this was something he would have to face on his own.

That fact didn't make her any less anxious or worried.

* * *

John's feelings were in turmoil and he couldn't think straight. He was trying to think, through the sobs, what to tell his dear departed friend.

He stared at the inscription on the tombstone, frantically trying, but not succeeding to open his mind and say something.

He had never felt worse that he did right now.

"I'm sorry", he finally blurted out and collapsed in tears on the wet grass.

Suddenly, a strange sensation filled Carter's tired and emotional body and her heard voice trying to tell him something.

He knew immediately who it was and was filled with an enormous relief that she cared.

"Tell her you love her."

Instinctively, it all became clear.

As quickly as she came, Lucy exited his head.

He didn't have to say anything back. The main thing that had been ripping Carter apart for the last two years was wondering, 'Is she OK?' He didn't have to ask though. The tone of her voice let him know the answer he was hoping for. She was fine.

"I will" he said, getting up off the ground and smiling for the first time in days. He headed back to the hospital to fulfil Lucy's wish.

* * *

Relief. That was all she was feeling at the moment. Her deed fulfilled, she could finally rest in peace knowing that the one she loved would be happy.