This wasn't like the last time, when Gerard and I had buried the other bodies. Tonight, we were silent and somber, Ray and Gerard taking turns digging with their hands. Eventually, perhaps forty minutes later, we had a hole large enough for Amanda's thin frame. I placed one blanket in the bottom, and her pillow, then stood back as Ray gently placed her body on the blanket, and rested her head on the pillow. Then he folded her hands across her chest. Gerard picked up the last blanket, and gently covered her, running a hand through her hair and smoothing it back before he placed the blanket over her face. Then, we began to cover her with earth. When we had finished, we scoured the area for another rock, once we had found one, we placed it gently over where her head rested, then Gerard carefully wrote her name on the smooth, gray surface.

The three of us stood around her grave, and quietly said the Lord's Prayer, and a Hail Mary, before reciting the 23rd Psalm.

"Should we sing something, or something like that?" Ray asked quietly, breaking our silence.

"No," I said. "I can't."

"Let's go to the other place," Gerard said, picking up or dust pans, and leading the way towards the ear-shaped rock. Gerard and I knelt beside it.

"What are you doing?" Ray asked. Gerard looked at me, silently asking my permission to let Ray in on the secret.

"Go ahead," I whispered. "Tell him, quietly."

"Ok," Gerard whispered, motioning for Ray to kneel down on his other side. When Ray was seated beside us, Gerard continued. "You remember Mr. Sleepyhead? The guy who died while you were all passed out?" Ray nodded tersely. "Well, when Angel and I moved his body back to the plane, we realized that he was an air marshal. His gun, badge, and ammo are buried under this rock, in a locked box. Angel has the key in her locket. We didn't tell anyone, cause we didn't trust Phil. But we think we need to dig it up, and keep it in the cabin with us from now on." Ray's eyes were wide as Gerard finished.

"You mean there's a loaded gun down there?" he whispered.

"Yeah," I said. Gerard and I exchanged a glance, and immediately began rolling the rock away, and scraping the leaves and twigs away. The piece of sod we had used was easily removed again, and I scraped the dirt away with my hands. Gerard carefully picked up the briefcase, and the three of us stood.

"I think we should have Angel keep the key, like she's been doing, and keep the briefcase under our bed," Gerard said softly. I nodded in agreement.

"Ok," said Ray. "Should we tell the others?"

"Don't tell Zara, she'll pitch it into the ocean, or..." I broke off suddenly, remembering. A knot began to twist in my stomach. "Sit down," I said suddenly. They looked at me quizzically, but still sat. "Ok. When I started my rotations in the hospital, Zara was a year ahead of me. She was doing an ER rotation too, and loved it, she was gonna be an ER doc. Until she lost a patient. She lost it, and that night, she tried to kill herself. She was in a mental hospital for eight months, and when she got out, she went into orthopedics, and hasn't lost a patient since, so she hasn't really been tested. Now, she's lost three. I'm not a shrink or anything, but I think this is gonna put her over the edge."

"So basically, your telling us that not only do we have a homicidal rapist running around out there, we also have a manic depressive, suicidal doctor in the cabin?" Ray asked.

"Yeah, pretty much," I replied.

"Ok," Gerard said, running his free hand through his hair as he stood up. "We keep this between us, but I think we should let Bob, Frank, and Mikey know we have it, and not tell them where the key is, agreed?" I nodded, and stood as well.

"I guess that's the best solution. Maybe tomorrow, we should take it, and look for Phil. I'd feel a hell of a lot better if I knew where he was," Ray said, as he too stood. I nodded again.

"Agreed," Gerard said, and together, we made our way back to the cabin. Before we entered, we quickly washed our hands and faces in the pool, then returned to the door. "Hey! Frank! Let us in!" Gerard yelled, and a moment later, the door swung open, Frank's face flickering at us in the light of the roaring bonfire.

"Good," Frank said, as he threw down the ladder. "Bob and I were just getting ready to come looking for you."

"It's done," Gerard said. "Angel, you go up first." I climbed the ladder, then turned and reached down for the briefcase, which he passed up to me. I said nothing to Frank, just walked past him to my compartment, past Charlotte and Tori, sitting in their compartment on either side of Zara, who was finally asleep, and past Bob and Mikey, who were deep in conversation about something. I shoved the briefcase under our bed, then stripped off my stained clothing, and put it back in the zip lock, pulling on my white fleece pants and Dropkick Murphys tee shirt. When I returned to the aisle, Ray, Gerard, and Frank had joined Bob and Mikey. I slipped into Mikey and Ray's compartment with them, sitting on the bed beside Gerard.

"You told them?" I asked. Gerard nodded.

"Everything. We told them about Zara too," he said. I nodded again.

"What do we do now?" I asked. My head was spinning, my thoughts swirling around in there like a hurricane.

"I think we should make some new sleeping arrangements, pair off and use the buddy system. Until we find Phil, I don't want any of you girls to be alone for a second, ok?" Gerard said. I nodded.

"Ok," I said. "But let's get Charlotte and Tori in on this, I don't think we should make any decisions without their input."

"I'll get them," Bob whispered, moving across the aisle, and returning a moment later, carrying Tori, with Charlotte right behind them. Charlotte immediately moved over to Frank, who threw his arm around her shoulders. Gerard quickly pulled me closer to him, actually lifting me onto his lap, to make room for Tori and Bob to sit in my original spot. As he put his arms around my waist, and I leaned my head against his shoulder, I immediately felt my tense body begin to relax.

"Ok," Gerard said. "We need to make some adjustments. From now on, no one goes anywhere alone, we stick together every second. Judging by what happened tonight, I think you girls are in more danger than we are, so I know it's not exactly the ideal solution, but we're gonna buddy up, and try to keep you protected. We have five guys, and four girls, and since Zara's probably gonna need the most help, we'll give her two guys? Does anyone have a problem with that?"

"I should probably stay with her," I said softly, without lifting my head.

"No way, Angel, not a chance in hell. Until she can walk, Tori needs Bob, who's the biggest, to carry her around, which means that Ray, who's second biggest, is going with Zara, and I'm not letting you out of my sight for a second. I am NOT letting that happen to you, do you fucking understand me?" He was shouting at me now, my head popped up from his shoulder, and I leaned away from him, slightly shocked at his outburst. I stood up, and began pacing, my temper rising. Everyone was silent for a moment. "Angel, I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to yell, I was just..." I glared at him.

"I'm gonna go check on Zara. Evidently, I'm not needed in this discussion," I said, storming out into the aisle to the bed where Zara laid, curled up and asleep. I heard Gerard swear and then sigh as I left. I laid down behind Zara, and draped my arm over her waist. I could hear their conversation, but wasn't really paying attention. Eventually, they stopped talking, and I could hear everyone moving around, taking things out of overhead compartments, and getting settled in their new situations. I heard the curtain to the compartment open, and looked up, to see Mikey creeping quietly into the room. He knelt down beside the bed.

"Angel," he whispered in the dark. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah," I whispered back, rolling over to face him.

"Listen, Gerard's really sorry for yelling at you. He's just, you know. He cares about you, and he's scared. That's just the way he is sometimes, he's really overprotective. Will you please go talk to him? He really does feel really bad," Mikey whispered. I sighed.

"Yeah, I will," I whispered. "Will you tell me first what's going on?"

"Ray and I are gonna move in here, in the middle, and take care of Zara. I think Gerard arranged that so Ray would be there to protect me too, if anything happened. Charlotte and Frank are going there, in Zara and Amanda's old compartment, and Bob and Tori are on the other side of us. You and Gerard are staying where you were, and we're gonna make the front middle into a wider front area, and put the two spare seats in there, Ray's moving the spare bed as we speak." I nodded.

"Thanks, Mikey," I said softly. "Take care of her, ok?"

"Don't worry, Angel, we will," Mikey whispered back. "Now go patch it up with Gee, ok?"

"You got it mister," I said with a smile, as I got up, slipped past him, and out into the aisle. Ray was dragging his stuff into the compartment I was leaving, and Charlotte, I saw, was packing Amanda's things into her suitcase, to be stored under the cabin in the morning. I stepped over to my own compartment, and pulled the curtain back. Gerard was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He looked up as I stepped inside, closing the curtain behind me.

"Shit, Angel, I am so fucking sorry! I should never have shouted at you like that! I shouldn't have made you feel like you weren't important here, you ARE, we need you," he said. When he paused, I walked over, standing in front of him, and he took both my hands. "I need you," he whispered. "You make me feel like everything is ok, even though I know it's not."

"It's ok, Gerard, really, it's forgotten," I said. "It wasn't even really a fight, it was just stress. We'll be fine, I promise." I smiled as cheerfully as I could when I said it, and he pulled me down into his lap again, and wrapped his arms around me. Immediately, that feeling of relaxation swept over me once again, this time, accompanied with the delayed shock of the night's events, I buried my face in his chest, and started to cry, as quietly as I could. He held me tighter, only lightening his grip when my tears finally began to stop. "Can we go to sleep?" I asked weakly. I stood up, wiping my eyes, and he pulled the blankets down. I climbed in, and he wrapped the blanket around me, before getting in beside me. He held out his arms to me, and I gratefully slid into them, resting my head on his chest as his arms closed around me. Then he kissed my forehead.

"Sleep, Angel," he whispered, as he began to stroke my hair. I cried myself to sleep.

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