"This is one of my good memories..?" Flynn questioned, motioning to the boy. "I end up killing him.." emma shrugged, "More like a random memory. Believe it or not, you did find some peace in killing, Flynn..whether you like it or not..it's in your blood." Flynn ran a hand through his hair. "My body..has given up?" Emma nodded in agreement, hesitantly, she spoke, "You're dying, Flynn. Very quickly, and very painfully. But I can sense you have some outstanding friends." She smiled, motioning to a cabin that appeared beside them, "Shall we?"
Flynn followed Emma into the cabin, almost running into a passing Sam. "What the..sam?"
"She can't hear you," Emma stated, "This is just a memory." Sam passed him, walking into the kitchen followed by..himself. They argued, over how they felt. "That's how it has to be!" Sam yelled. Flynn flinched,remembering the argument. "Why are we here?" He asked. "You know, this is a good memory.." emma replied. "How.!?"
"This part of her, the anger she holds, you love it. You find this part of her exciting." Emma smiled. Flynn raised a brow, but stayed quiet, watching as his menory-self raised a brow, smiling softly to himself. Flynn didn't remember the smile, but he seemed happy just arguing with her. "Come.." Emma said, motioning him to follow upstairs. It led to his old bedroom as a kid, then they went to memories of highschool, his fiance, Emma being born. "I believe it's time for something simple." Emma said, opening a window and waiting. Flynn hesitantly climbed through, stepping into none other than Sam's apartment. He looked towards the door, the smell of blood strong on the air. He lay there, on the floor next to her. The night they stared at the ceiling together, both tired and weak. "Simple..?" Flynn growled."Yes, Flynn. One of your most memorable memories, it was simple, but big.. " flynn rolled his eyes, "I want to leave." Be stated. "Fine, but it's not going to be to the world out there.." she replied. Flynn's eyes softened, "I don't want to die."
"Flynn, it's to late.." she replied. "Exscue me?" He questioned. "Flynn...your heart has stopped. You're dead."
"I'm not ready, I can't!" His mouth dropped open, his face going pale. He had no clue how to react. He felt dizzy, scared. "Don't you..?" She replied, "You have no one left, Flynn. You have no family, you gave your life for your friends..that's a hero's death. You can let go in peace.." she stepped aside. In the place of Sam's door, was a doorway, filled with pure white light. Flynn stared at it,..