"Lance? Honey, what's wrong?," Hannah asked as James started to cough violently. She noticed a shadow on the wall and saw Lance. "What in the-," Hannah passed out, seeing Lance standing next to the bed. But Lance was also in the bed next to her.

"Sorry James. I guess I have the last laugh," Lance grinned the identical evil grin the James had minutes before.

"No. No it's not supposed to work like this. You're supposed to die, not me again. No," James whispered, coughing up blood. The skin on his chest was splattered with scarlet.

"Oh, poor baby. Let me help you," Lance jerked James out of the bed, and put the night shirt over his head. James watched in horror as the clock turned 2:09. James screammed weakly, and lay his head on the floor and died again. Lance watched as the corpse slowly fizzled away like heat waves on a summer day.

"Hannah," Lance knelt next to her, and touched her face lightly to try and bring her around. Hannah's lashes fluttered open slowly and she blinked trying to place herself.

"Oh, Lance. Thanks God you woke me," Hannah threw her arms around her neck and kissed Lance gently.

"Bad dream honey," Lance asked, keeping his secret.

"I had this dream that there were two of you, one standing up and one in the bed. The you in the bed started coughing really hard and got all covered in blood, then you must have woken me up because that's all I remember. I'm glad it was all just a dream," Hannah buried her head in Lance's chest.

"It's ok, I'm here. It was all just a dream," Lance stroked her hair and spoke in a soothing voice. Lance held Hannah in his arms until he heard her soft, steady breathing of sleep. Gently he laid her head on her pilow and crawled into the bed beside her. He looked around the room, then walked over to the desk and closed the Rose Room book that was opened to the page with James on it. With a smile, he climbed back in bed and fell fast asleep.