*23rd May, 1989*

Today is the day of Janine's funeral. Cam sorted everything out himself, with a little help from me and Michael, Emma and Mark, and Tati, of course. Me and Michael have been married nearly a month, and Ryder is one month, two days old.

"Michael, have you seen my black jacket?" I ask from the hallway.

I'm looking through the coat rack, desperately trying to find it. We've got to be at the funeral in an hour, and it takes fourty five minutes to get there.

"Uh, let me check in here," Michael calls back, from the living room.

I hear Ryder start to cry, and I leave the hallway to go see to him. I find him on the sofa, next to Michael. Michael's back, however, is turned.

"Why were you not making sure our son's ok?" I ask.

Michael turns around and gives me a dirty look, partly jokey, partly serious.

"Because you asked me to look for your jacket!" he protests, walking over to Ryder, the same as me.

"Well, I'm here now, so you don't need to go see Ryder. Idiot," I retort.

I grab for Ryder, just as Michael's about to do so, only he misses completely, and I succeed in lifting Ryder.

"I just said I'll sort Ryder," I say sharply.

Michael steps away, and I rock Ryder in my arms, to stop him crying.

"Ugh, it's alright, Rydee-Ryde, daddy's just being a silly man today," I say, as I do cradle him.

Michael looks over, obviously not happy because.. I called him a silly man? I don't know, but I'm assuming it's cos of me.

"I need to look for my jacket now, sweetheart," I tell Ryder, kissing his forehead and setting him down.

Michael walks back to Ryder and lifts him up. Wow, really?

"Can I possibly hold my son for a moment now, please?" he asks in frustration.

"Never said you couldn't," I reply.

What's gotten in to him, why's he being so tetchy today? Then again, I am too. But I have a reason. I've been thinking about mum and dad, and I still haven't confronted Michael on the fact that he didn't believe I saw them that day in the wedding dress shop.

If he asks what's up, I'll just say that. It's the one thing I've been wanting to say all this time, but I know he won't believe me on it.

"Well, it's nice to see someone finally allows me to see my son," Michael says.

"Oh, shut up, Michael."

"So, c'mon then. What's up with you?" Michael asks.

"It's just stuff in my head, it doesn't matter."

Ok, I didn't wanna say that, but now I can't really go back.

"Just stuff in your head, right. That tells me a lot. And by 'a lot,' I mean it tells me a total of nothing," Michael says sarcastically, rocking Ryder back and forth.

He isn't even looking at me right now.

"Maybe I don't want you to know."

"Well, why start the conversation then, hmm?" Michael asks, obviously irritated.

"I didn't. You were the one that asked what was up."

"You were the one that got angry at me holding my child," Michael growls.

"You were the one that had a go at me for asking where my jacket was!"

"You were the one that asked me to do two things at once!"

"You were the one that tried to do two different things at once, I never told you to!" I spit.

"You were the one that--"

"Oh, shut up, Michael! Y'know what? Fine! If you really wanna know why I'm in a mood, it's because of you!" I suddenly blurt out.

I didn't plan that, not at all. I kinda regret saying that, now.

"Oh yeah? How did I do that, huh? Did I hold Ryder for a second too long? Oh, well, pardon me!" Michael growls, setting Ryder down to make a point. "There, are you happy now?!"

"No! It wasn't even about that!" I cry, but then I just give up altogether.

"It was because of that time you didn't believe me when I told you that I saw my family in the dress shop.. I've been thinking about them, Michael, cos I'm really, really missing them," I say dejectedly, on the verge of tears.

"Becky, that was just your imagination!" Michael protests, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I'm crying.

"But it isn't in my head, Michael! It's real! And I'll tell you how I know! Because I saw them again, on our wedding day, twice!"

"You're imagining things! Having such a loss is making you crazy in the head! People's spirits aren't real, as much as I wish they were, and you will never see your family in real life, Becky! It's in your head!"

"Believe what you want to, Michael. But you wouldn't be saying that if you saw Brandon and you and Janine's daughter!"

Michael's look of fury suddenly disappears, and a look of guilt replaces it.

He walks over to me, and tries to embrace me in a hug, but I decline and walk towards the door.

"Baby, I'm sorry--"

"I'm going to find my jacket," I say shortly, interrupting Michael, before leaving the boys to it.

I go upstairs to the bedroom, and go through all the clothes in the wardrobe. I can't find that damn jacket anywhere. I'm crying, because of Michael. He needs to learn not to jump to conclusions before speaking. That's his problem.

I go through the drawers, still nothing. I sit on the bed and bury my head in my hands, crying.

"I found your jacket.."

I look up, to see..

"Janine?" I demand in disbelief.

I thought it was only family that could be seen after death.

"Yeah, hi, Becky. I heard you got married to Michael a few weeks back. Congrats. I just came to apologise for everything that happened the night I died. I know it's my funeral today, so look after Cam for me, will you? I'll be there at the funeral, and he'll be able to see me, but I won't be there long. Just a flying visit. But anyway, I got your jacket. It was hidden down the back of the sofa."

"Uh, thanks."

I take the jacket from Janine's spirit's grasp.

"Why are you not seeing Cam now? He's been going crazy because he misses you," I ask.

"I'm gonna go see him while he adjusts himself in the mirror, that way, he won't be able to miss me."

"Hmm, good point," I say. "Cam's gonna be doing a speech for you. Have your parents found out about your death yet?"

"Yeah, they found out about it about a week ago. They haven't spoken to Cam about it, they're furious that he never told them in the first place," Janine explains.

I nod my head in understanding.

"And how did they find out?"

"Oh, it came up on the news. Did you not see it?"

"We don't watch the news, it's hard to tell whether a report is true or false. Some are just tabloidy trash."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But yeah, mum and dad saw about it, and I went to see them, and they said they were furious at Cam... I just hope that doesn't ruin the funeral."

"Does Cam know they're coming?"

"No.. so I'm gonna warn him when I go see him," Janine tells me.

"Well, fair enough."

"I'm really sorry about everything, Becky. Literally, everything."

"It's ok.. I forgive you. Have you seen your daughters and Rachel and Daniel up in heaven?"

"Yes, we've all missed each other so much. I mean, Rachel missed me more, cos we were best friends, but Daniel was happy to see me, too. I saw my two daughters, the miscarried one was.. eight years old, she'd grown since I lost her.. and Michael's child, the one I had the abortion for, Alexa, she was a few months old when I saw her. They're both beautiful, and part of me is glad that I accidentally hung myself. Not in the sense that I ended my life on earth, more in the sense that I started a new, carefree life in heaven."

"Well, that's a good way of looking at it.. I'm sure Michael would love to see his daughter."

"I'll bring her down to see him, when she's older. Where is Michael, anyway?"

"Downstairs. And he can happily stay down there, too. I don't wanna see him."

"Why? What's happened?" Janine asks.

"He didn't believe me, when I said I saw my family, like, all their spirits in the wedding dress shop I went to a couple months back," I explain. "He thinks I'm crazy in the head!"

"Well that's crazy," Janine scoffs. "Cos I'm kinda here, and I'm a spirit."

"Exactly! If he could see you, he wouldn't think I was so crazy in the head, would he?" I ask irritably.

Janine nods, and then her eyes avert behind me.

"What?... What?" I ask.

Janine points behind me, and I turn around slowly, to see Michael staring wide-eyed.

"Baby, I'm sorry.." he mutters.

"Save it, Michael. Not so crazy in the head now, am I?" I ask sharply.

Michael walks further into the room, staring at Janine's spirit intently. He looks mortified right now. Good, it'll teach him a lesson on how to believe people.

"J-Janine?" he asks, sounding rather frightened.

"Hey, Michael.."

"What the hell are you doing here? You're dead."

"Thanks for noticing that, Sherlock. I came to see you guys before the funeral. I'm off to see Cameron next," Janine replies.

"But.. but.."

"Yeah, who's crazy in the head now, Michael?" I taunt, smirking as much as I can to show how happy I am.

This almost feels like Karma to me. Ha..

"I've apologised for that.." Michael says.

"Yeah, no you didn't. You only apologised for having a go at me earlier."

"Becky, Michael. Congrats on the marriage and everything. I'm gonna go now. See you at the funeral," Janine says, and then like lightning, she's gone.

I sit back on the bed, and Michael joins me.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you," Michael apologises.

"You called me crazy in the head," I say shortly.

Michael looks guilty as hell right now. Ha, good.

"Well, if you're crazy in the head, I must be, too, cos that was Janine right there, wasn't it?"

"It was," I say. "And she wants to bring Alexa to see you."

"Who's Alexa?"

"Your daughter. But she said to wait until she's older, first."

"My daughter..? The one she had an abortion for?"

Michael's eyes are filling with tears now.

"Yes, the very same.. and her miscarried child, from when she was sixteen years old."

"I've gotta wait to see them?" Michael asks sadly.

I nod my head.

"Yeah, Michael. But it'll go like that," I click my finger to indicate how long 'that' is.

He looks down, and takes my hand.

"I'm sorry I called you crazy, and I'm sorry I didn't believe you about everything," he apologises, tears in his eyes.

"It's ok.. I forgive you."

We hug, and Michael kisses my lips.

"We need to get ready for the funeral," I say, and grab my jacket from the bed.

I slip it on, and me and Michael head downstairs to Ryder.

"You wanna take him?" I ask, and

Michael holds his hands up, as if surrendering.

"After what happened last time, I'll let you take him."

I lift Ryder into my arms, and we walk out to the car.

*1 and a half hours later*

We're at the funeral now. We're all inside, the service has just ended, and we've all said our final goodbyes, except Cam.

"Goodnight, little sister, sleep tight up there with the angels. I love you," Cam says, resting a red rose on her chest.

It's a little frightening seeing her lie there in her coffin, but also, it's not so bad, simply because we've seen her spirit today, alive and well.

Cam walks over to us, and we comfort him.

"Y'know, she came to see me before the funeral. I mean, you probably don't believe me or anything, but she did. She came to see me, and it made me feel a little better. God, I miss her," Cam says sadly.

"It's completely normal to see loved ones once they're gone," I say, having my own experiences to relate to.

"Yeah, Becky's right," Michael agrees.

After what happened earlier, he has no choice but to agree.

"God, you must think I'm mental, crazy in the head," Cam says, trying to make light of it.

But we know the truth. He isn't crazy at all.

"No, Cam," Michael starts.

I finish Michael's sentence for him.

"We don't think you're crazy in the head at all."

Author's note: That was more of a filler than anything..... and the whole spirit thing in real life may be the most unrealistic thing in this world... yeah, sorry about that.. but hey, at least Michael believes all the spirit stuff now in the story! I think, from the next chapter on, I'm gonna skip ahead to when Ryder's a little older. Meaning.... Michael will no longer be in the Bad era! Maybe HIStory era, or early Invincible, cos the story will be more interesting if everyone else is older. It'll change the plot a little, make it more interesting, dontcha think? Please let me know :D