I didn't know what to expect when I went down for breakfast that morning. I hesitated by the kitchen doorway. From the ruckus I heard from my room, one would have thought we had construction workers renovating the kitchen. Instead, I found Jaxson making a mess of the kitchen island. Behind the growing tower of dishes on the island, Leonard sat on a stool laughing at his grandson.

       "You're helpless," Leonard told him. I watched the old man get up and save the plate of French toast from its near fate on the floor. Jaxson didn't even realize that he almost knocked the dish down.

       "I think I'm doing pretty good," Jaxson objected.

      Leonard placed the plate on the table and my eyes grew wide. The table was full of food. From cut up fruit, cups of coffee, croissants, eggs and now the French toast. Who were they expecting to feed with all this food? Did we have a bus full of fellow ghosts coming to the safe house?

       While it was nowhere as extravagant as the candy princess party they threw for Aria, my heart sank.

       "What is all this?" I asked. It couldn't already be my last day... I had figured that I would at least get a warning. How was I going to say goodbye—

       "I told you that the extent of your enthusiasm would startle her," Leonard said.

        "No, no." Jaxson waved his arms at me urgently. "This isn't your candy land. It's just a nice gesture. I wanted to do something special."

       As soon as the knots in my stomach eased, I narrowed my eyes at my ghost guide. "You're buttering me up again... How much should I be worried about what you have planned today?"

       "I only want to show you the extent of the people involved in the program you created," he said.

       I frowned. I had a pretty good idea of the people involved – we were in regular contact.

       "It's already inspiring so many people," he continued enthusiastically. "I can't wait to show you how much its impact will grow in the next few months."

       "So, this is going to be a pleasant version of Jaxson's Christmas Carol."

       So long as I would know him, even if that meant eternity, I would never let him forget the torture that he put me through upon our first introductions.

       Jaxson sighed. "I did what I thought needed to be done, to get you to agree to the task. You'll appreciate it someday... Now, sit down and eat. We've places to see."

        I sat down, ate, and took the time to appreciate my choice of wearing jogging pants today. I rose from my chair sluggishly, stomach so full after Jaxson went overboard with the cooking. Even though he ate twice as much as I did, he was his usual peppy self.

       "Ready?" he asked.

       "I guess."

       We hadn't even finished putting away our plates, alas Jaxson was eager. No sooner did I answer, did he grab my hand. In a flash the kitchen disappeared, and we were standing in a new room.

       I blinked in disorientation. We were standing in what looked like a home office. Sat at the small desk, was a blonde-haired woman with greying streaks. Dressed in red plaid pyjamas, she grinned at an email that she was reading on her computer. I looked around the office, hoping to find clues that might explain our presence in this random woman's house.

       "Who is she?" I asked. My search was no help. I had no idea who this was.

       I turned towards Jaxson in anticipation of his answer and received my answer without him speaking. The soft look in his eyes was undeniable, and upon further inspection there was an uncanny similarity to his facial structures and the woman's. The blonde hair compared to his darker features threw me off, but their faces were near identical.

       This was Jaxson's mother. He had recommended a few weeks prior that I send her an email about the program. He was so certain that she would love to get involved and offer her services as a psychologist. I hadn't believed that she would find genuine interest in a random group of teens' projects, but by the smile that played on her face as she replied to what I realized was my email, Jaxson was undoubtfully correct.

      "She's beautiful," I noted.

        "Did you expect anything else after seeing the man she created?"

       I grunted. Before I could retort in our typical sibling-like behavior, someone walked through us. I inhaled sharply. Jaxson didn't react but I still needed a lot of getting used to that feeling. I tried to swipe the goosebumps from my skin.

       The man, Jaxson's dad I assumed, walked towards Alice, and paused behind her chair as though to see what she was working on.

       "Wow," I said, eyes lingering on his dad.

       Jaxson narrowed his eyes at me, and I threw my hands up in surrender. To say David Scott was a good-looking man was a massive understatement.

       "I know we didn't have the sexuality talk, but I think it's safe to assume that you're not just into women," Jaxson deadpanned. "Now, stop checking him out."

       "Nope," I laughed. "I can gush about how hot your mom is too, if you wish."

      "This is supposed to be a sweet moment," Jaxson complained. "Be quiet, and watch."

       I did as he requested, partly out of curiosity but mostly to grant Jaxson this special moment. His eyes sparkled when he looked at them, in a way that I usually only witnessed when he talked about Lexi.

        "What are you up to?" David asked.

       Alice spun in her chair and faced her husband with the biggest grin. "I got this email last week." She angled the computer so he could read it better.

       "Another one of Jaxson's mysterious friends?" he smiled softly.

       Alice laughed and shook her head in astonishment. "I don't understand it," she said. "But I think I can do a lot of good with these kids."

       David took a seat on the small area of the desk that wasn't covered in papers, as Alice showed him the notebook full of notes that she already had for the program. They're voices faded as they spoke animatedly of the grand ideas she had, but the passion in her eyes spoke for what we could no longer hear.

       "You've given her a purpose," Jaxson spoke softly. "She's starting to heal by helping others heal."

       With a last lingering gaze towards his parents, Jaxson grabbed my hand and the scene shifted again. I recognized the room immediately. I spent countless hours here. We were in Amelia's room. Laying atop her bed sheets, Amelia scrolled on her phone and jotted notes down onto our draft of the program proposal.

       The scene shifted rapidly, showing Amelia in differences positions, on different days, still working on the program.

       "I didn't realize she spent so many hours on it," I admired out loud. Where did she even find the time?

       "I was surprised too," Jaxson admitted. "The two of you are basically attached to the hip."

       I rolled my eyes. I was willing to bet good money that him and Lexi were just as bad.

       "It just goes to show how important this is to her," Jaxson added. "Not only is her personal experience going to help so many people, but she is discovering ways that she can find help for herself."

        I could help but smile then, relief washing over me. While I had no idea if Jaxson could predict the future, and he never spoke the exact words, so often he hinted his knowing that Amelia would be okay.

       Again, he took my hand, and though he was silent, soft blue eyes spoke a thousand words. Maybe I was only hearing what I wanted to hear, but I was truly convinced that he was trying to reassure me that Amelia would get the full life that I didn't. She was going to get the help she needed.

        The next scenes shifted so quickly, that I could barely keep up. Jaxson showed me person after person, dozens of different faces flicking before us. There was Avi's dad speaking with colleagues as he got the program officially approved. There was Avi and his father speaking animatedly at supper about ways they could help. There was Maria meeting with the local newspaper to work on a mental health piece together. There was Nao and Léa cuddling on a couch as they bounced ideas on future fundraiser ideas.

        There were even countless strangers. People that had made donations. Families that dared to have conversations they usually tried to avoid.

        With every different face we saw, my heart grew warmer. It was almost overwhelming. Never would I have envisioned the program growing so fast. There was so much joy bubbling in my chest, that I couldn't contain the softest giggle. Jaxson smiled proudly beside me. While Amelia would always be my favourite part of this opportunity, it was incredible to see how much more it had accomplished.

        While I was overjoyed, behind the buzzing excitement was an inkling of fear.

       We had returned to the safe house, and I stopped Jaxson before he could grab Leonard to celebrate some more.

       "Am I going to destroy their motivation?" I asked him feebly. "Are they going to think it's pointless?"

       While I still didn't understand how it all worked, surely, they would eventually get news of my death. And how would they feel then?

        Jaxson shook his head. While it was strange for him to be silent, luckily not allowed to say more on the matter, I heaved the softest breath of relief. I was overcome with a strange sense of peace. It was similar to the peace and stillness that I had discovered when I first woke and met Jaxson.

       "I did it, didn't I?" I concluded. "This is the bigger picture. I'm done my task."

       Jaxson smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. His eyes held only sympathy now. "Just about... I'm sorry, Addie."

         The completion of my task came with a bittersweet mixture of pride and apprehension.