No, I am definetly not unable to find a good title for the chapter. What are you talking about? STOP LISTENING TO ME AND READ THE BOOK 

Angie's POV: 

"Wait... he's alive?"

I can't believe it. Seriously, I actually can't believe it. This is probably just a hallucination. But I thought I don't get hallucinations? Well, there's a first time for everything, isn't there? 

Phillip, or what seems to be Phillip, starts to talk softly. "Angie..."

I turn around quickly. "It's not real. Don't let me believe it's real—" 

Phillip runs up to me and hugs me tightly. 

I am shocked. 

It must be him.

It must be. 

How else could I feel his long, soft arms on my body? How else could I be able to embrace him back? How else would mom and dad be able to wrap themselves around the both of us? How else could we be standing there, all a part of one big family, with Phillip in the middle of it? 

Unless it was all a dream. 

Wait— no. It's four in the afternoon. I have been awake all day. 

"Phillip! It really is you!" I say, pulling apart from him. My parents smile softly. 

"Yes. I'm here," he says with a nervous voice. 

"He was only ever in a coma. He did not actually die from the duel," dad explains to me. 

"I can't believe it!" I say. "This isn't a dream?"

"No. We're all here. We're all together and all alive," mom says smiling, a hint of sadness in her eyes. 

"Oh my god," I exclaim. I'm still shocked at first, but I quickly snap out of my spell. "C'mon! I want to show you my parakeets," I say excitedly, dragging him by the arm towards my room. 

"Umm... ok?" Phillip replies, looking back at mom and dad. They smile softly. 

"Go on. We're going to explain to the others," mom says. I smile. 

"C'mon!" I exclaim again, still pulling Phillip towards my room. 

"Ok, Ok," he says smiling. We walk over to my room and enter. It's a very simple room, filled with only a bed, a desk, a dresser, three bird cages, a harp and a piano Aunt Angelica gave to me for Eliza and I to share.  

"This one's name is Peggy, this one is Thomas, and this one is Catharine but her nickname is Kitty," I tell Phillip, pointing to each bird in their respective cages. 

"How come you get parakeets?" Phillip asks me jokingly. 

"Dad gave them to me."

"When? It's not your birthday again yet."

"Because they thought I was going crazy." Phillip looks concerned when I say this. I sigh, not wanting to explain it all. "When you, well, died..." I start awkwardly with Phillip looking at me sadly, "I kinda went crazy. I thought you were still alive and I would also stay in a state of—well—I guess you could say childhood... panic? It's hard to explain," I say apologetically when Phillip looks at me, clearly confused. 

"Angie, I don't know what to say," he starts, "but I'm a little honored. I didn't know I meant that much to you," he says. 

"Well, you do. Don't ever leave me again," I say, jumping onto him and hugging him tightly. 

"Angie—I promise I won't."

"Lets go see everyone else." I say, bringing him to the backyard where everyone else is playing. At least, I thought they were playing. Instead they are all gaping at mom and dad on the porch. They must have told them about Phillip. When he and I walk onto the porch from behind mom and dad, everyone looks at Phillip silently for almost a whole minute, still gaping. 

"Um... hi guys," Phillip says awkwardly. 

"PHILLIP!" they all scream, running towards us and engulfing him in an enormous hug. Mom, dad, and I join in as well. 

"Hi Alex, James, John, William, little Phil, and Eliza," he says, letting go of each of them as he says their names. 

We all sit back down on the porch and talk for what seems like hours. Basically we (a little bit sadly) fill Phillip in on everything he missed until dad decided to go write letters to Aunt Angelica, grandma and grandpa, and other family and friends. 

"I still can't believe you're here," I say to Phillip, staring at the sunset after everyone else had gone inside. 

He sighs. "I can't believe everyone thought I was gone," he says. Then he laughs. "I can't believe I almost died in a duel."

I smile. "But you didn't. You're here, and we're all so so so glad you're ok."

He smiles sadly. "Let's go eat dinner."

"Good idea." I say, standing up to go back inside. 

Anticlimactic, I know. But I have some ideas for the next chapter.                                                *insert evil laughter here*