In a span of five months, there were numerous interviews, reports, and even a Netflix original series in the works about the Simcoe tragedy, as it has come to be known.

The condo building was constructed in an open space near several large buildings. The exterior was entirely made of glass windows with grey and white siding. Each until had a black balcony, and there was a convenience store and bakery nearby.

Despite her parents' desire for her to return home, Nevaeh wanted to live in one of these places.

"Whoa!" Will exclaimed.

The lobby looked like a luxury hotel pretending it wasn't one—black floors, soft lighting, and a wall of water trickling behind glass.

Nevaeh raced down the right hallway, heading toward the indoor pool. She pushed open the large glass door and stepped onto the dark grey deck. The long pool reflected the four windows on the left, giving a view of the city. On the right, a square hot tub bubbled gently, a small waterfall casting a soft blue glow.

She couldn't help but laugh when she noticed something in a supply closet."You got pool noodles and floaties?"

Mia rushed to grab one from the supply closet that had some beach balls.

"We also have a pool cleaner who will check the levels," River informed them. "And there will be an emergency lifeguard on duty if needed."

It felt like being in a water park or a luxurious hotel that people dream of visiting.

River left as Nevaeh scurried behind with the number of those staying. One person who surprised Nevaeh that was staying Cindy, as her parents had been desperate for her to return home.

Jason, Greyson, and Scarlett were also staying, along with some other Uden students, like Preston and James.

Emma had returned home with her father but would visit. The same went for Zane, Mallory, Angel, and others who had helped. Some had considered staying, but most were still undecided.

The next room was a library, with a dark brown desk and walls lined with high shelves of books. Circular tables with comfortable white chairs were scattered throughout the room, each adorned with a small plant in the centre. Nearby, there were a few blue sofas placed near long coffee tables.

"This room is for studying and stuff, since we will need to focus on our grades and—" River rambled awkwardly.

"Highlighter, most of us didn't care about our grades," Mia said with a laugh.

"It could be for just wanting to go somewhere quiet," River rushed out.

They left the library and entered the main lobby, where there where two silver elevators were located.

"The second floor is where we can eat together as a group. Each of us also has our own kitchen, depending on the size of the room," River explained.

The crackheads went up the stairs while some others waited for the elevators. Upon reaching the second floor, her eyes widened at the sight. The room was spacious, with polished tables placed in various areas, and a long table set up for dining in the centre. A fireplace was situated near left side of the room, where there was another long table and multiple nearby.

The walls were silver, and large windows offered a view of the bustling city below. On the right side of the room was a fully equipped kitchen, complete with a double stove and a large countertop.

"We will have someone cook the food for us, as I don't want to risk burning down the place," River eyed Eden when he said this.

"Do you honestly think I would burn this place down? First of all, it would be difficult to do so, and I only target big buildings if there is a reason to burn them," Eden replied flatly.

"Due to robbers and safety concerns, each person will get an electronic card to access the building and their condos. The condos range from a single rooms to multiple people," River said. "You can choose whichever floor you want to live on and with who you want to room with."

Nevaeh found herself uncertain of deciding her living situation. While the idea of sharing a condo with friends would be fun, she had to consider the relationships of this situation.

"No way I'm sharing with you two," Bryce said, pointing at Will and Mia. "Get unhinged Eden to knock some sense into you."

Nevaeh didn't argue when Bryce to room with them. Honestly, she it got. It wasn't just about Emma staying over. Mia and Will were friends with benefits, and sharing a room with them would be chaotic.

Greyson and Scarlett would be a no-brainer that they'd share a room. The same with the soldier being by himself, along with some others.

Nevaeh turned to Cindy, who had knitted her eyebrows. "Let's bunk with Highlighter," Nevaeh said.

"Sure," Cindy said flatly.

Nevaeh smiled. She had already decided to room with River—not for dating, but because she knew he felt lonely after she had found him freezing in the snow.

"You can pick your floors, but they are mainly all the same," River said.

Greyson butted his way first. Even if he had been trying to change, he would get first picks of whatever they were choosing for rooms. If Nevaeh guessed, it would be the biggest single-bed room unless the surprise came with a two-bed unit.

"The biggest single unit," Greyson stated.

"That's either the fifth or sixth floor," River stated.

"Sixth," Scarlett stated with a smirk.

Well, Nevaeh knew what those two would be doing, so it'd be best to not get a room near them.

"It's room sixty-two," River stated as he handed them a key.

Scarlett took the card and the small suitcase of clothes they actually had from staying at the hospital for some of those months.

Nevaeh watched others pick rooms, as most either did third or second floor to be close to the food. Since many didn't want to go to their parents, while some were just rooms if they wanted to stay the weekend without payment.

However, parents could visit, but they'd have to ring and wait. They could go inside, but they couldn't stay more than one night, or there was a fee.

It wasn't to keep them out or be rude, but people chose to be away from their parents for a reason. Plus, the reason for parents to pull the route of delinquent activity that some people pulled.

"Ready, Highlighter?" Nevaeh asked.

River finished handing the last of the cards to those who were actually staying. He tilted his head as Nevaeh jerked a thumb at Cindy, who was staring out the window.

"Wait, I thought you wanted your own room?" he asked.

Nevaeh smirked, hands firmly on her hips. "I decided against it. It's not going to be easy to overcome everything," she said.

In their current situation, everyone was encouraged to seek therapy, both in clinics and hospitals. The process required them to confront the trauma of that place and openly admit the things they had seen and heard—things no one should have.

Some people had it worse than others, like Emma, who had panic attacks whenever she saw someone vomit.

Surprisingly, none of them turned to drugs or alcohol to coping, at least as far as she knew. It was still early, but the weight of their experiences had begun creeping into her dreams. In those nightmares, Ashley killed her, rather than Jade and Esme, whom she had seen dead.

In those nightmares, the storm is still looms overhead. The difference was then were all left without protective gear or masks against the harsh winds and burning snow. Instead, they were consumed by flames like fried chicken.

"Ours is on the fourth," River stated.

Cindy glanced over at them before continuing towards the elevator, where she rolled her suitcase with ease. They approached the card scanner positioning it beside the elevator doors, ensuring only authorized guests would access it.

All the rooms come with furniture, but they are allowed to add whatever they want. Some brought pictures or nothing because most lost everything.

As Nevaeh approached the door, she opened the silver handle. Hey jaw dropped in awe at the sight before her. The apartment huge, featuring a fully-equipped kitchen with dark brown cabinets and black countertops.

The living room had a large flatscreen television mounted on the wall, and a long black couch was against the wall. The condo came fully equipped with subscriptions to popular streaming services like Netflix, Hulu, along with other access channels.

There were three medium sized bedroom. Each bedroom featured a queen sized bed in each, and beside them it had two nightstands with a large closet in each.

All of it was completely outstanding. It had three bathrooms, each featuring a glass-enclosed shower and a touch-activated mirror that would glow when you pressed on it.

"This is insane," Cindy gasped. "It's like those fancy condos that movie stars stay in."

"And no rent either," Nevaeh beamed.

The place looked like something from a magazine, but tomorrow they'd still be sitting in math class like nothing happened.

Nevaeh wanted to make a series about their experiences, using actors to portray them. It would focus on the ones who experienced the most: Jason, Greyson, Scarlett, Emma, and Zane.

Reporters had already started circling the story, trying to piece together what happened in the barrier—especially about Ashley. Every interview felt like they were turning trauma into content before anyone had even healed.

The first production company had arrived when they were still living in hotels. They didn't ask if it was too soon. They asked "who had the most compelling trauma arc."

Mia and Will had laughed at them.

Recreating their entire experience on screen would be a challenge. Finding actors to portray everyone, including all those who died, would be different.

Other producers wanted to capture everything, even seemingly minor details like Luke's noodle arm or Esme dissection on Luke at the hospital.

She placed her things in one room and walked onto the balcony. It was perched high above the city, offering some peace from the busy traffic nearby. She stared at the setting sun with some dark clouds forming.

She thought about the Netflix series, but it would be impossible to get everything spot-on. There was power plant incident, were multiple fight happened and even Henry died. The storm stopping would be another aspect, followed by the development of Ashley's powers and Emma's connection with Divina.

"You know, that Netflix series about us will be wrong," Nevaeh stated as Cindy looked at her. She had placed her own things in her room and just looked around the condo."The storm, Ilya's overdose, every secret that happened at Uden."

"Even though it is over, I still feel afraid," Cindy started, walking towards the window near the sofa."I can't shake the feeling that those followers will magically reappear, or that Luke will come back. It's like how Cassandra suddenly appeared with those insane fallen stars."

Ashley and Divina weren't just dangerous—they weren't even anymore in the way anyone understood. That substance didn't just create them. It rewrote Ashley and Bella.

However, Cassandra was the interference in both of their plans because she posed a threat to them both.

"None of us will ever truly get over this. People will turn to drinking, and someone has even committed suicide since we were freed. That's one of the reasons why we shouldn't all be alone," Nevaeh stated.

Hanna had told them about PTSD and his it can affect people differently, depending on their experiences. Everyone is still grieving over the fact that people died. It's something they push to away, but it eventually comes crashing down.

"Jason is already grieving, and Emma is dealing with the death of Esme and Jade," Cindy said, still not looking at her.

River walked into the room, looking around with a questionable expression. "They uploaded pictures," he said.

"Are they trying to rebuild it?" Cindy asked.

River opened his own laptop, and scrolled through some articles on Twitter, eventually finding the trending tweet about it. The once-destroyed highway was now partly repaired. They had completely removed the old highway due to the damage, as it was uneven and missing parts of the road.

"They want to build a McDonald's," River stated.

They wanted to change from Burger King to McDonald's? Would people even go there in the first place? There's not much to see, unless you count a giant hole in the power plant or a burned town.

"Did you hear some of the stories that people have tried moving but literally left because of the damage?" Nevaeh inquired, scrolling through her own phone of pictures on social media.

Former residences attempted to return back to where their houses would have been, but most were ash. They've had construction workers in and out to try and repair the damage from the burned buildings.

"Nobody wants to live where a chemical is created that destroys a whole town. The whole Pharmacy got sued and fired," Cindy remarked.

Everything has gone to shambles ever since the whole deal was settled. They kept them out of school, but they did some online schooling until they relocated to a new high school, where they will be enrolled.

It was hard because Uden and Simcoe High taught differently. They had the same grade levels, but Uden apparently didn't have art for everyone since people threw paint.

They wanted more focus on the therapy of opening up and seeing if wounds healed wrongly. How scars were on bodies or those that had broken bones or arms that needed weeks of rehabilitation.

There was a loud slamming on the door as River sighed, walking over to see braincell one and braincell two.

"Let's order pizza!" Mia exclaimed, wearing sunglasses and a bucket hat. She waved her phone up and down, expecting them to see the list.

"And chicken wings and nachos!" Will added, grinning like they were planning a tropical vacation.

"Wait, we should also get some pot brownies as a side," Mia gasped.

These were two people who could get a party started anywhere.

River frowned. "No pot brownies, and no alcohol. We still have go be responsible here," he said awkwardly. "Most of us are underage."

Mia pouted. "I'll be high before the party even starts," she said, sticking out her tongue.

Who could even get them the alcohol? Then again, everything would be delivered instead of picked up. It would be insane in general, because some of them staying here are ranging from grade six through eleven.

"Well, it looks like we're planning a party," River sighed.

This would be a natural high school party that the crackheads would crash. Where punch would probably be spiked in secret or different desserts they probably stole from a bakery.

"Let's make some calls for those that want to come," Nevaeh said slyly.

She knew more would want to party and see people. Even if they were haunted, they could forget about what had happened during those months.

"They're basically hosting a high school party," Scarlett called from the bathroom.

"Party Culture all over again," Greyson remarked.

Scarlett walked out of the bathroom with her hands on her hips. The two of them were getting ready for the celebration party for moving in at the condos.

"I know we're changing, but my style hasn't," Scarlett sighed. She was wearing a pair of black shorts and a maroon crop top that exposed her stomach, while tossing mascara around in her hand. "American Eagle looks good on you."

"Better than a gym tee to reform camp," he added.

These would be the overall months they'd be shipped to reform camp, where they were forced to read and learn about the Bible.

"And I'm not going to seduce others guys. Although, I'm sure I'll still get some stares from the guys who live here," Scarlett said, caressing his cheek as he leaned in to kiss her.

She wasn't rejecting intimacy. She just wanted to take things slowly and learn what a healthy relationship looked like. There were not scheming to use someone even though they both had urges at times.

Scarlett pulled back from the kiss to stare at him with a smile. She still had her snarky comments at times, but they were both working on being better as people.

"Well, we should probably go down, or all the pizza will be gone," she remarked, smirking. She turned on her heel to slip on some sandals.

After their wounds had started to heal, they were sent to a hotel to stay. The first time, they stayed for a bit before Mia and Will got them all kicked out. It didn't help either that Eden had threatened the manage, causing them to call the police.

Then came therapy, which Greyson didn't like. It felt strange to be vulnerable with anyone other than Scarlett, especially when discussing his feelings about Heather and his adoptive parents.

He knew he would never forgive Heather—or tell his adoptive parents that he missed them. But when the psychologist asked about his memories in the Bubble, his mind went completely blank.

By the time they made it downstairs, Greyson pushed those thoughts aside. The party waiting for them wasn't like a normal high school gathering—it was loud, chaotic, and full of snacks and music.

"Looks like River knew we needed to forget everything," Scarlett remarked.

Mallory came rushing towards them without tripping over her feet. "Look!" she exclaimed, holding up a potato in her hand.

Greyson remembered the time he had seen the kitchen on the island filled with black smoke and potatoes scattered everywhere.

"Are you going to blow up another microwave?" Scarlett snarked.

"No, I learned how to cook it!" Mallory exclaimed. "I made a potato because I don't like pizza."

Greyson looked around to see who had gone through the whole chaotic experience. Some were holding cups, laughing, or sitting in chairs eating food.

He went toward the table to grab a plate and scanned the pizzas, such as just cheese or meat lovers. He picked two with cheese but turned to meet eyes with Nevaeh.

"Yes?" he asked, then turned to grab some mozzarella sticks that had come from some restaurant.

"So, when am I going to see that proposal?" Nevaeh asked.

Greyson frowned. "I'm not asking you to prom."

"No, not that proposal. I'm talking about when you propose to Scarlett," she whispered.

That was one thing he wasn't expecting to be approached about, especially because they were teenagers and weren't attending a high school.

"I'd keep it a secret," he said. He hadn't even known what school they were going to, where prom proposals aren't until grade twelve.

"Highlighter could literally help with everything. Unless we get real job... but I don't think that's where our head are right now," Nevaeh said.

Greyson looked over at Scarlett, who was drinking alcohol, and talking to Will with an amused look. If anything, it was Will making a comment about how he was high and drunk.

"Well, I'll try and get soldier to party," Nevaeh sighed, walking away.

Greyson sighed and walked back to Scarlett as Will pointed at him. He seemed lost in thought for a moment before snapping his fingers.

"Wanna get high?" Will slurred.

Scarlett grabbed one of the mozzarella sticks and began eating it. She smirked as Greyson raised his eyebrows.

"It's so strange you aren't making so many snarky comments at him," Will said as he pointed at Scarlett.

"Oh, I still make some. I can't really say much right now because he looks quite handsome," Scarlett remarked.

Will twisted his mouth in thought. "See, I just like being high," he slurred, with a thumbs up.

Eden dragged Will away as he stumbled backward, nearly collapsing to the floor. He looked dazed, while Eden had her teeth gritted and a red face.

"He did call me hot," Scarlett said, turning to Greyson. "But you can't chuck him at a wall anymore."

Greyson grumbled, "That's the unfortunate part of not having these powers."

There were many times he wanted to use his power. When he wanted to get something from across the room or down from a high shelf, it would have been easy, but it wasn't.

It wasn't just the supernatural powers; it was becoming accustomed to living normally. There was no hunting down food and drinks, which they had to figure out how to cook.

The same had been true with washing clothes properly, as he had never been taught how to do so. Nobody had washed clothes in The Bubble because they didn't know how to anymore.

He had to look up how to sort it all it online. It wasn't that everything could go together and stuffing it all at once.

As he finished his food, he tossed his empty plate into the garbage bag nearby. Just then, Scarlett wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her body closer to him.

Her hand brushed against his arm. "Do you want to stay here, or would you rather do our own thing?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Greyson looked back at her without saying anything at first. "I'd rather do our own thing," he said.

Music was blasting with some dancing or eating in the dining area in the condos. Some eyed them while others talked with others.

"And what would that be?" Scarlett asked with her famous smirk.

"Let's go to our place," he said with a grin.

Both headed back to their own condos and opened the doors. When they got inside, he took her in his arms and kissed her.

They stumbled to the couch. Her hands lingered at his shirt, but slowly pulled back.

"Not that yet," he whispered.

"Who knew you'd be the one stopping for once?" she mocked with raised eyebrows.

He sat on the couch, pulled down a fleece blanket, and wrapped it around them. She flicked on the television as she looked at him.

They acted clean, but there were still parts of themselves. It would be hard to clean up, but they had been connected since they had met.

When she pulled up Netflix, she stared but didn't know what to watch. He didn't know what to watch either, but she let out a sigh.

"I can't believe it's all true," she said.

"What is?" he asked.

She scrolled down the list of movies before turning to look at him. "The terror is over," she said.

Ashley's murder, or everything that happened near the end of it all. He would get terrified even if he wasn't one to often get scared.

She shut off the television, then leaned in and kissed him, her hands resting softly against his face.

The Bubble would always linger in their memories, but the terror was finally over.

One more chapter and then it's over...

What was the saddest moment in the whole series?