Meanwhile, Mike was expecting to get yelled at for having detention. But Rebecca has barely spoken three words since the funeral and didn't even seem to notice her son's presence.

Mike sighed and went to his room to get started on all of his makeup work. He was about halfway through an assignment for Statistics when somebody rang the doorbell.

"Coming," he called. He tried not to break down, as he was so used to Delilah being the one to always answer the front door.

After opening the door, he gasped at what he saw.

"Oh my God...Micky?!"

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