If you guys haven't read 24 yet, please do so. Wattpad fucked up and I posted 25 before 24, but I promise it makes a lot more sense now!

Micky stared at the spot where Michael once stood in utter shock. However, he didn't have time to do anything about it before his mother stuck her head in the living room.

"Hey honey. What're you up to?"

"Um...just watching TV," Micky lied. The television was on at a low volume, playing a program he didn't recognize.

Janelle nodded. "Okay. I think the interview went really well. I should know more in about a week."

"That's great Mom!" Micky forced a smile on his lips.

"If you need me, I'll be in the garden."

Micky's expression immediately changed to one of shock. "The garden?"

His mother hadn't set foot in the garden since George died.

Janelle nodded again and smiled sadly at him. "I think it's about time we move on, don't you?"

"I...I guess. Good for you, Mom."

Janelle went outside. She started tending to her neglected plants, bending over them as she tutted around. Her back was to Micky.

It was then that Michael decided to make his reappearance.

The living room lit up in a white, glowing light and Micky immediately spun around, startled. He gaped at the dark-haired man, who now stood in the center of the room.

"H-How did you—"

"I've got no time to explain. You need to come with me."

Michael grabbed Micky by the wrist.

Then, before Micky could protest, they disappeared in a flash of light.