He awoke that morning to go to the graveyard. His gun in one hand and cigar in the other. Walking over to the graveyard in detroit laid many men and women. Some that people loved while others people never knew. SINGERROURKE walks over to the graveyard at Detroit and wipes off the grave. The name made him lose his breath. He looked at it as he began to tremble. A man walked behind SINGERROURKE and began laughing. He pointed and looked at the grave.

Im so sorry i had to do this to you. You know though i did have fun pulling that trigger.

He looked at SINGERROURKE with such an evil grin on his face. It was more than business to him. He put down the gun and started to dig a whole in the ground next to SINGERROURKES grave.

You know, I had a great time putting you in that whole. See half of it was just business cause it is my job while the other half is just cause i hate you. I hate your bloodline. I hate everything about you and what you could have been. This gun is not what killed you SINGERROURKE.

He couldnt have been any more intimidating. Men were pulling around in their cars and made a giant circle around the two men. They started to chant something and no light was able to be seen. The man started walking around SINGERROURKE speaking of all the things he had done.

Mr. Up class are you? Mr Nice guy are you? What about the women that you hurt? The lives that you took? The time you spent away from your family the burglaries and the pain you brought so many people SINGERROURKE? You have failed and it wasnt anyones fault you were put in the dirt SINGERROURKE no ones but your own. You deserve that very place you now live. Now you see this place of which the new hole is for? Take a guess at what this is for.

The chanting seemed to have grown among the men gathered around. They were taking steps forward. Masks covered their faces. SINGERROURKE tried to break free from the circle but was thrown back down. They began to throw the masks at him one by one. Hitting him in the face and striking him down with their fists they tied him up and put him inside the hole. The Main man took off his mask and brought a flame close to his face.

It was you SINGERROURKE. You put yourself here. The first whole you buried your own life in. The second you placed your soul here upon. Now take a look at who i am as it is the last thing you will ever see.

They tossed SINGERROURKE inside of the hole and began throwing dirt ontop of him. Flames were now where the men in the circle once stood. The man then taking off his masked revealed that it was only him who could have done such a cruel thing. He showed a reflection of who SINGERROURKE once was. Who he wishes he still was. The good the pure hearted the loved. Now what had remained was a mirror of time inside of an empty world.

LET ME LIVE! LET ME LIVE!

The dirt covered him as he was buried inside of that hole.

He awoke the next morning inside of his bed underneath the blankets. It was a second chance it would appear. His concience had showed him the destructive path that he was on. It came to him in a dream. Now was his turn to disembark from the world of pain. Two woman stood at the door one with a gun the other with a cigar. SINGERROURKE smiled as he took the cigar and the gun and left the women behind. It didnt matter anymore. He was who he is and thats how hes going to stay.

Anoxia sits down whilst SINGERROURKE discusses his Re-occuring Nightmare.

"So let me get this straight, are you saying no more Mr Nice Guy? All you have seen and done has turned you into a hard skinned Mafioso?"

Inhailing his cigar, anoxia gets a grin upon his face

"If that IS the case my friend, then let the good times roll"

Katie caught up with SINGERROURKE later that day. Her slugger tucked neatly back in her overly large tote, a little red could be seen on the end of the bat. As Katie looked over her friend she noticed a new step in his trot, a little more sparkle in his eye and a bit more grin across his lip.

You had that dream again didn't you?

Katie asked, but she wasn't looking for an answer.

How very ghost of Christmas of you.

She grinned, smiling.

A little early, we still have nineteen more days until Christmas.