"Alex I'll always be here for you. No matter what, through thick and through thin."

"Jack... I know, it's just the one person that was there for me went and killed himself. What else am I supposed to do? Think that you won't go and off yourself too, when we fight." Alex said with a little of his British self coming out in his speech.

"Alex I would never do that to you, you're sixteen. You've already lost a major part of your life. I would never cause you so much grief. Wanna go home?"

Alex nodded and held Jacks hand as he drove past Thames Street and South Broadway. Jack was humming along to the music and Alex was looking out of the window. "Jack, do you really think that Daniel killed himself because of me?"

"Alex the only person that can answer that question is Daniel. The only way you can know that is if you can bring him back from the dead and ask him yourself."

Alex studdered a bit and said. "But Jack I can do that. I can talk to Daniel, he talks to me and listens to me. He answers me, he talks to me and he helps me. Just like he used to. He's still here for me."

"Alex if you're hearing your brother talk to you, and he responds. Baby that's not right. That's a sign of schizophrenia, and that's scary. We need to get you to a doctor.."

"NO. NO NO NO. I DON'T CARE IF IT MAKES ME CRAZY HEARING MY BROTHER, BEING ABLE TO TALK TO HIM." Alex paused. "You just don't understand Jack." Alex said as Jack pulled into his own driveway.