Katie jumped up from her chair and started to pace back and forth across the hospital room. Somewhere near her third lap she tripped over Isaac's shoe and slammed into the wall next to the bed. "Ouch. Son of a bitch."
"Wow, you're a lot like Carter." Isaac tried to smile.
"Don't make jokes. It's not funny. There's nothing funny about this."
"Sorry. Didn't know what else to say." Isaac looked up at Katie from the floor as she continued to pace the length of the room. "Would this be a very bad time to continue with my theory? Because if it is, I can wait until tomorrow. Well, maybe I can. I don't know. It all depends on what you think of the rest of the theory."
"There's more? Please tell me you're joking."
"You told me not to joke."
She sighed and sat back down in the chair. "Ok then. Continue."
"I think it's me." He blurted out without thinking.
"You think it's what now?"
"I think it's me."
Katie covered her face with her hands and let out a little scream.
"Think about it." He started talking faster than he ever had in his life. "What did we just get done talking about? Nobody notices me. Therefore you didn't notice that I wasn't at the funeral because... you're used to me not being around during important moments. My role in the story of our life is to be the lovable hermit who lusts after everything in a skirt, never gets noticed, and definitely never... ever gets laid."
"Wow, too much information."
Isaac blushed. "Hey, I'm going to die, no point in being polite and tactful."
"Isaac, you're not going to die. It's not you. And dammit again, I notice you."
"No you don't. But it's nothing to feel bad about. I'm very used to it."
"Why are you telling me all this? You seem like you're not afraid of dying. So even if you are going to, you don't seem scared."
"I'm not scared because I believe that people who see things like this, see them for a reason. We can probably prevent it. That's the advantage of being psychic."
"First of all, I'm not psychic." Katie still sounded like she was going to screm again. "And second of all, this isn't Final fucking Destination. People don't just go around watching for signs and trying to prevent deaths. Let me guess, you watch 'Tru Calling'. Do you also secretly have dreams about marrying and having children with Eliza Dushku? Or maybe you'd rather hump Buffy the Vampire slayer." She placed her hand on her forhead and sighed heavily. "Holy sweet lord my life is turning to an episode from any show on the WB. Hey Dawson, let's go make out in your bedroom. Oh no, Pacey won't mind."
Isaac laughed harder than he had in a long time. "Breathe, woman! You're overreacting."
"You're kidding me, right? You're implying that I have some kind of power over the laws of nature or spirituality or something. I'm not God. It's not my job. You think I actually enjoy seeing things that other people don't? I hate it. And I'm not just talking about the dreams. I'm extremely intuitive about things. I pick up on things that normal people wouldn't. I know what people think about me. I hate this."
Isaac frowned. "I'm really sorry. I probably shouldn't have said anything. I thought you'd be the last person to flip out about this. I figured you'd understand. The truth is, I really am scared. I believe in your ability and the whole theory came up the other day and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. It makes way too much sense to me."
"I do understand and I'm sorry for spazzing. It makes a lot of sense to me, too. That's why I spazzed. It's just that the thought of another person dying scares the shit out of me. I really want to believe that Melissa being alive right now meant that the dream was just a dream. Please let me go about believing that. I don't think I can handle the stress of knowing it's not over."
"Let's not say anything to Carter and Meli. It's just going to stress them out, too. Plus Meli needs to rest and knowing that I'm going to die might scare the shit out of her."
"What?" The door to the hospital room slammed open and hit the wall. Carter and Melissa stood there, Carter's arm around her sister. Melissa's face was white and she looked exhausted, but she was standing.
Isaac walked over and hugged her. "You look wonderful." He whispered, hoping she hadn't heard what he just said.
"What did you say about you dying?" Melissa asked after pulling away from him. "What's going on?"
"Nothing." Carter shook her head. "He was quoting a movie. He's been doing that all week."
"Weird." Melissa yawned and laid back on her bed. "You guys better go, though. Visiting hours are over and they're being really dicky about that lately. I don't want you banned from the hospital." She smiled.
Carter nodded and gave her sister a quick hug. "Love you." She smiled and shooed Isaac and Katie out of the room. When they got outside she smacked Isaac on the arm. "What the fuck is the matter with you?"
"What?"
"I don't know what the hell you guys were talking about and to be honest, I don't want to know. But why would you say you're going to die? Don't you know that would scare the shit out of her?"
Katie interrupted her. "It was my fault. We were having a conversation about... death. I've been scared because of that stupid dream I had. Isaac was joking about it to make me feel better. It wasn't smart but we didn't know you'd be standing right there with her. I'm sorry." She lied.
Carter sniffled. "It's fine. Just don't talk about death around her. It's bad enough the anniversary of mom's death is coming up but her knowing that you had a dream about her dying is really hard for her. She's petrified."
"I'm sorry." Katie repeated again. Part of her wanted to tell Carter about Isaac's theory but the other part knew it was probably best not to. In her heart, she prayed that Isaac was wrong.