(Author's Note: This picks up where the last chapter left off. Only it is going to be in the third person point of view. As in where the rest of the book is in Cassie's this will really be in no one's point of view sort of like we are watching a scene unfold on tv. Enough of that, let's roll on with the story.)
________________________

There was a cool breeze that filled the air, Alan breathed it in, then slowly let it out. Someone had broken into Cross Studios and vandalized some of the studio. They had been caught just before setting fire to the place. That was why he was heading to catch up with Breanna's daughter, Cassie. He wasn't sure if he should break that to Little Hollywood or if he should let her mom handle it. He would just follow how the spirit led.

In the park up ahead, he heard two muffled voices and a shuffling sound. He picked up speed. A man in dirty clothes that were ragged and torn had a struggling woman in a tight grip. "Let me go!" She screamed. "Help!!!"

Alan flew into action, he broke the man's hold on the woman and stood between them now. The strong smell of alcohol rolled off the man, Alan's stomach rolled in a wave of nausea. "Hey, man, let's just let the lady go and be on her way."

The lady stepped back, arms around herself, shivering.

"I ... was..ap.. apologizing... t... to her...dude.... ya...yo...you ruined the...moment. We mig....might have kiss.....kissed." The drunken man slurred his words and shoved against Alan.

"Not a chance, Lance." The woman huffed.

"You know this man?" Alan asked, but didn't release his grip on the man, who was about as solid as a wet noodle.

The woman lowered her eyes, shame on her face, "I was a young and stupid girl with big dreams. He promised me my dreams and love. I thought he loved me. Then I wound up pregnant and he gave me money to keep quiet so I wouldn't ruin his acting career. His attitude ruined that when everyone found out that he tried to hurt his costar when he wanted her to keep quiet about her finding him with me." The quick version of the woman's story spilled out.

Alan let everything she said run through his brain. How it seemed to run parallel to another story he knew all too well. Anger welled up inside him, and he turned on the man, resisting the urge to punch him. "You," Alan growled. "Lance that used to be a big-time actor on a TV drama called Willow Heights I assume?"

Lance grinned smugly, "See Melaney, I told you people still remembered me. I'm just picky about my rolls now. If that stupid Breanna..." He had actually finished a sentence without it being slurred almost past being understandable. Then he vomited.

"No one wants you anymore, Lance. Not me, not our son, and certainly not Hollywood directors." Melaney said more confidently, glaring with hurt still in her eyes.

In an unexpected moment of speed, Lance lunged from the ground his fist balled aiming for Melaney's face. Alan stepped in to block the punch and was successful, only he stopped the fist with his face.

Lance's eyes grew wide and he shivered. Alan's grey eyes flickered back, he reached for Lance and put his arm around him. "Let's take you somewhere to get cleaned up." Lance stared with shock filled eyes at Alan. Melaney followed in wide eyed curiosity a few feet behind them.

After Lance was showered, in clean clothes, with a strong plain coffee in his hand, he gave Alan a long look before speaking. "Why would you help me?" He gave a deep sigh that seemed as if it had roots in his very soul. "I have been a bad man."

"Because God wants the ones without hope to be given hope, His hope that this world is not all that we have. We have two options for when we leave here. One is the fiery pit of hell and the other is heaven which is more than we can even imagine. Lance, God doesn't want you to wind up in hell. He isn't going to force you to follow Him, He wants you to want to be His child." The words spilled through Alan and Lance ran a hand through his greasy overgrown hair. A sob came from Melaney, Alan gave her shoulder a pat.

"You are the one who was Breanna's friend." The words that came out of Lance were not a question, but a statement.

"She forgave you a long time ago." Alan smiled, it was true, it hadn't been easy, but it had helped her to forgive him. "She is married with a daughter. Has a Christian movie studio in Nashville. God has blessed her. He can bless you too."