* 
He says, "It's three a.m., there's too much noise
Don't you people ever wanna go to bed?
Just 'cause you feel so good, do you have
To drive me out of my head?"
I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud 
*

Mary was still there when Brian came back and neither me nor her could believe our eyes. He probably had bought more clothes than I had owned in my whole life put together. It was like Christmas for Mary and I think even Brian was a bit overwhelmed by her. She looked through everything and commented on them and asked if she could lend a few things. I just shrugged and Brian just stood there a bit dumbfounded, but he probably didn't realise that Mary had actually saved him. If I had been alone and he had come back with all this stuff, we surely would have argued again. With her here I just shrugged it off.

She made me try everything on and she did as well. It really was fun, even if I wondered how Brian had gotten my size right. I shrugged, I suppose it was rather easy considering I was rather average. I had no real figure or anything nor was I really skinny, even if the trend seemed to go that way. I hadn't bothered. I needed to work and therefore I needed some muscle and not just skin and bones. Mary was more following the fashion. She was skinny with long legs and knew how to show them off. Her dark-brown hair was always on point, like her make-up too, even if she only went to buy milk, she looked perfect. At first I had thought, she held appearance so high and well she did higher than me at least, but her mother was far worse. She was heiress by job and for her the way you look made you the person you were. Mary had distanced herself a bit from that way of thought, but she couldn't shake it off completely. She still had a high need to dress accordingly.

Sometime during the fashion show Mary had opened some of Brian's wine and we were drinking, laughing and just having fun. It really was nice to be back where we once had started at, after the last troublesome weeks. Brian didn't say a word just drunk with us and observed us. I wondered what he was thinking, but asking him just felt wrong. Later on he took us out to eat something and still it was mostly Mary talking, even though she probably asked Brian 100 questions, he didn't talk much.

After the dinner we decided to part ways and Mary hugged me and Brian. I got a strange combination off Mary's and Brian's death, but I didn't care. I was just happy and couldn't see why I had wanted to run away or to jump. My life wasn't perfect of course and I probably would always see deaths, but as long as I had people with me I liked, it wouldn't be so bad.

Brian wanted to drive Mary home, but she refused saying we already had done enough for her and that she still needed to do a few things. We bid her goodbye and drove home. It was strange to think of Brian's house as home, but I supposed this is what it was going to be. Helping Mary made me realise that I couldn't just sit around and be bitter all the time, because of my visions. Other people had problems too and I couldn't just turn a blind eye on them, because it was easier. Helping Mary had been simple, but no matter how hard it was going to be I was going to help Brian. He owned a second chance.

"I was wrong about your friend." Brian said as we entered his house. "I thought she was just using you, because she couldn't find somebody better, but she really likes you and you're much more caring than you let on. You don't want to grow close to people, because you don't want to end up hurt, but you're actually a quite caring person." I was a bit surprised by his words. I never had thought about it like that and it was definitely not how I would describe myself. "I'm glad I found you." Before I could reply, Brian disappeared upstairs and the next time I saw him, was when he lied down next to me in bed.

Sunday, I visited Mary in my old flat and helped her with her stuff. She told me that her parents weren't very happy with her choice, but she didn't mind their disapproval, because she was happy and that was all that mattered. I spent the whole afternoon with her. Brian wasn't home anyway and I saw no the point on waiting for him alone at home, when I could live my own life. He had left in the morning and he had neither told me when he was back nor where he was going to.

When I returned, he still wasn't back and I sat down on the couch and watched a movie. I didn't really feel like staying up long. I had to get up early and go to work. I just relaxed and took a shower after the movie and went to bed.

When I woke up, there still was no trace of Brian. It surprised me a tad, but maybe he had finally decided to sleep in his bed for once. I didn't think much about it and got ready for work. I really hated coffee, but that woke me up a bit or I probably would have fallen asleep on the travel there. At least I didn't really risk being late anymore, except if maybe the transport was out of order or really late. Well there probably were other alternatives, if that was ever the case.

When I finally arrived at the funeral parlour, I was even 10 minutes early. Mr Evan wasn't there yet, but Ben arrived 2 minutes after me and opened the door. "You look different." He said to me and I raised my eyebrows. Since when did he start talking normal to me? Usually it was just small talk or he was on my case because of something stupid. "It's that musicians, isn't it? The one from the Stones. He made you change your dressing habits. You look stupid." I sighed that sounded more like him.

I rolled my eyes. "Actually it was the idea of some friend, not his and it's not your business any way."

"It is, if you're going to leave us, because you're now too good to hang out with us normal people."

I frowned. "What are you talking about? I am still going to work here. Why shouldn't I?"

"Because you're now the girlfriend of some rich musician and don't need to work anymore! You don't need to come back here!" Ben yelled at me.

"Even if I did, what is your problem with that? You never liked me anyway, you were always complaining about me and you probably would be happy if I quit!"

"Children. " Mr Evan exclaimed as he got in. "What is this ruckus about?" Ben didn't reply. He blushed and run off to somewhere in the back. "Charlie, can you explain me why you were fighting with Ben?"

I shrugged. "I wasn't fighting with him... He was just accusing me suddenly of things and I don't get him... "

Mr Evan seemed to ponder this for a minute before he asked: "Hmm... What did he say exactly?"

I sighed. "Does it really matter?"

"Well considering that you both are my only employees and I both need you to work together. It does matter."

"He said that I probably now would quit my job and well that I looked stupid..." I mumbled. This was silly and it was even more to talk about this. Couldn't he just drop this and we could go on like usual? I know Mr Evan saw Ben and me as his children too, but normally he didn't bothered too much in our business.

Mr Evan started to laugh. "Oh that boy! And you look lovely by the way, even if I'm still not very happy about your choice for a partner."

I shook my head. "We're just friends..."

"Don't tell me that, talk to Ben." I frowned. Mr Evan wasn't inclining what I thought he was? Ben couldn't like me, could he? I mean I've been working here for some time and he had never said anything towards me. So why now? Was he perhaps jealous of Brian? Was that his reason for attacking without any plausible reason? I snorted, that sounded stupid. Ben couldn't like me.

"Ben?" I called out. I had no idea where he disappeared to and of course he didn't help me out with a reply, but it wasn't like he could just disappear. The parlour wasn't that big and surely enough I found him.

"What do you want?" He muttered annoyed.

I cleared my throat. "I don't know what I did to offend you, but I'm sorry and I'm really not going to leave. So don't go just accuse me of things."

He snorted "Like I care. You can do what you want."

I rolled my eyes. "Why are you so hostile towards me? I never did anything wrong."

"Just go away."

I scoffed. "And Mr Evan thought you liked me, you're just a jerk."

"And you're an arrogant cow!" He yelled right back at me.

"What's your problem? Just tell me or fuck off."

"Like you give a damn."

"That's enough now, Ben and Charlie! I was just curious if everything was alright, but I didn't expect to find you fighting. I need you both to get along or I am going to fire one of you or even both. So Ben, what's you problem with Charlie?" Mr Evan interrupted my and Ben's fight.

"Why does it matter? I don't like her." Ben said annoyed.

"I think you do and in my opinion you would make a lovely couple at least more than her and that musician." Mr Evan said and I rolled my eyes. I wanted to tell him that me and Brian weren't together, but I doubted he would listen to me now, when he hadn't before.

Ben sighed defeated. "Mr Evan, I don't... I like... well her friend."

"Mary?" I asked confused. He could have only seen her a few times. Mary really didn't like coming around here. She found it creepy and tried to stay as far away as she could.

"That's fine, but why are you then acting towards her so odd?" That would interest me too, I thought, but held my tongue. Mr Evan had at least gotten him to talk, that was further than I have ever gotten with him.

"I was afraid, if Charlie left, I wouldn't see Mary again and well I overreacted..."

"That's alright. Love brings out our best and our worst, but I'm sure Charlie could arrange you something if you asked her nicely, instead of arguing with her..." Mr Evan sighed and shook his head.

He scoffed. "I doubt it she told her friend I was an idiot and probably ruined my chances." Well I had said that, but that was out of anger, because he had left and I had needed to work longer and that was ages ago. Was he really still hung up on that?

"Charlie, you could still do something about this." Mr Evan offered.

I sighed. "I guess I could talk to Mary." Even though I doubted she would be interested in someone like Ben. She would probably say he's no Mick Jagger and she wouldn't settle for less. On the other hand she was about to turn her life around maybe a date with a funeral parlour employee was what she needed now, even if I highly doubted it, but I could at least try for the sake of my own peace. Ben and me couldn't go on like this.

After the morning drama everything was back to normal, beside that Ben tried to actually be a bit nicer towards me. I guess he really liked Mary and well I had promised him to talk to her and give her his phone number, after work. I just hoped she was at my flat and not out job hunting. It still seemed strange that Mary now really wanted to live a simple life, but I guess I just needed time to get used to the idea.

Same with my flat, Mary had taken the liberty to redecorate it and well it looked somewhat foreign to me when I entered. Of course I still recognised my furniture, but it didn't really look like mine anymore. She wasn't there, so I just wrote her the message down and left it in the kitchen. Mary had been at my liquor stash which didn't really surprise me, but it annoyed me a tad. I took one of my bags, I had left and put as many in it as it could carry and wrote her a p.s. message and well left.

The way home was a long one and it felt odd, traveling with a whole bag of alcohol through the city and I hadn't even though what Brian was going to say if I just appear with it on his doorstep. Well I was soon to find out or not. When I entered there was however no trace of Brian, it looked like nobody had been here since I left. Hadn't he come home yesterday? I put my things away, before I went looking for him. I checked his bedroom first and there he was. Smoking a joint. Well at least it wasn't something stronger and that he totally stopped doing drugs in the blink of an eye was highly unrealistic.

"Want some too?" He offered.

I shook my head. "No thanks, I already see enough things."

He laughed. "That's true. What's my vision doing now?" He clapped on the bed signing me to sit down next to him and I regretted that I hadn't changed into something more comfortable first, but well I had been worried...

I sat down and he put his arms around me. Hospital. Sick. Death. "It's the one, where you're older."

"So it is working?" He asked smiling like a five year old.

I shrugged. "Seems like it."

"Well that's good. You're really useful." And with that he pushed me down on to the bed and I yelled out in surprise. Before I could get up again he had put his legs on either side of me. "But you could be even more..." His face was dangerously coming closer and I turned mine away.

"Brian, get off! I'm not here for that, if you want that just pick up some girl at a bar."

He sighed but got off. "You're no fun. You really need to loosen up. Just take a drag."

"Will you let me be if I do?" I asked annoyed. I didn't really want to, but if that finally got him off his back. I had nothing to lose and after today I maybe could really need something to calm me down. This morning with Ben had been annoying enough

He shrugged. "If you finish it with me, sure."

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Sorry if this chapter is a bit meh... I had some struggle writing it.

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"Charlie, blimey have you seen the paper today?" Mary exclaimed as she entered the parlour high speed. Whatever there was written it must have been interesting. Mr Evan cleared his throat. "Oh sorry I won't disturb you long. Well ok the good news first I got a job as secretary! Isn't that great?"

"Congrats" I smiled. I was truly happy for her that she got a chance at turning her life around.

"We need to celebrate that! Oh I'll pick you up after work and we go out." I was about to object, but Mary didn't even give me time. "Now to the paper, have a look through it. I promise it will be worth it!" She winked and tossed me some gossip magazine. "Well I'll go then! Sorry again for the disturbance. See you later!" And with that she was as fast gone as she had appeared.