Rollie Tyler stood silently a few feet from the young woman who was standing next to her dead father's casket that was about to be buried. The funeral had just finished and the people who came were walking back to their cars. He stayed behind with Angie.

He couldn't believe this. His boss, friend, and surrogate father was dead. Killed by what he loved doing. Though at the same time Manny hadn't loved it. He didn't love the idea the director, Nick Breen, had for the scene. Manny knew it wasn't safe, but he did it anyway. And he lost his life and Angie saw him die.

For this Rollie felt guilty. He should've been here when this happened. Instead he had been in Australia. For about a month before he had started feeling homesick and to his surprise two weeks before Manny gave him a plane ticket to Australia. A week after he left, Rollie got a call from Manny's lawyer, who told the younger man about Manny's death.

Rollie had got on the next plane back o New York. Back to Angie.

Coming to back reality, Rollie noticed it was starting to rain. He took a small step forward, towards the young woman. "Angie?..... Angela, it's raining. We better go."

Angie looked back at the man with a blank expression in her eyes and blinked once. She was still trying to absorb his words when he wrapped a arm around her shoulders and led her back to his car.

Rollie let out a sigh unlocking his apartment door. Opening it, he let Angie go in first. It had been a long day. After the funeral they went back to the loft, where friends and people from the business came by telling Angie and Rollie how sorry they were. Once it got dark, Rollie asked Angie if she was ready to leave. He had arranged it for her to stay with him for a few days.
She looked too upset to go right back to her college classes and he didn't want her to be alone. He remembered when Manny hired him, he had told Rollie that Angie had stopped talking for over a year when they were separated from her mother. She hadn't said much to him since he returned but she was still talking.

"You want some tea?" Rollie asked.

"No." She replied meekly, standing in the middle of the room still.

"Okay." Rollie replied, taking her bags and sitting them in his room. "You can have my room. I'll take the couch."

"Yeah." Angie replied, walking past him and into the room, closing the door behind her. She needed to be left alone.

It was two in the morning and Rollie couldn't sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about Manny. It wasn't fair. He didn't deserve to die. Angie didn't deserve to lose her father. She had already lost her mother.

Rollie sat up suddenly as he heard a bone chilling scream coming from his room. He jumped up from the couch and it took two steps for him to reach his room.

"Angie?" Rollie called out entering the room, and walking to the bed. He could hear her moaning. He reached out and turned on the lamp. "Angie, wake up."

"Daddy!" She screamed again, sitting up and now waking up, crying heavily.

"Hey, Angie, it was just a bad dream." Rollie told her, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking her by the shoulders, trying to calm her.

"No it wasn't!" Angie replied, shaking her head. "He's still dead!"

"Angie....." Rollie started, not sure what to say.

"And it's all your fault!" Angie shouted pushing the man away.

"What?" Rollie replied looking at her startled.

"If you hadn't had to go off to Australia, then he wouldn't of had to do what he did!" Angie replied.

"I would've." Rollie muttered, near tears himself now.

"He would've been alive!" Angie screamed. Wiping tears away, she got out of the bed and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Closing his eyes for a moment then reopening them, he got up and left the bedroom, without another word to the young woman. He sat down on the couch, sighing. He knew Angie probably didn't mean what she said, but it still hurt him. She was still upset from her father's death. A few minutes later he heard the bathroom door open. He saw the light from the lamp in the room turn off. He still heard her muffled cries though. Fifteen minutes later, he still heard it and it was getting to him. He grabbed his shoes and jacket and keys and left the apartment.

Rollie made his way through the nearly empty dark rainy New York streets from his apartment to Manny's workshop.

Throwing his coat on a chair, he walked over to Manny's worktable and sat down. He was planning to get some work done when he saw a photo of Manny and Angie at the mountains sitting on top of the monitor. He moved his eyes back to the computer scene, but his eyes kept drifting to the picture. Getting enough he laid the photo face down, and ran his fingers through his hair. Maybe she was right. If he had been there.... If he hadn't had to go to Australia...... If he hadn't gave in to Manny's insisting..... If he had just stayed in New York then Manny would've been there with Angie. He would've had to do what Manny did instead. And he would've been the one to get killed. But Angie would still have her father. He should've stayed.

With all those thoughts running through his head he started drifting to sleep. The young man woke up an unknown time later. He didn't know what woke him up, but he had a feeling he wasn't alone in the workshop any longer. Spinning around in the chair, the Aussie nearly had a heart attack at what he saw. Manny Ramirez, dressed in the suit he was buried in, standing right in front of him.

"Manny...." Rollie started

"So, I haven't even been buried a whole day and you and my daughter have already got in a fight." Manny said.

"You're dead." Rollie blurted out, confused.

"Yes I am." Manny confirmed.

"Okay." Rollie said, shaking his head, sitting back down in his chair.

"I heard what Angie said to you, my boy. And I know what you've been thinking." Manny told the young man.

"I should've stayed." Rollie said.

"No you shouldn't of. What happened, happened. You can't change back the clock, so don't start wishing that this happened and this didn't happen." Manny started in his stern tone, the one he used when about to ground Angie for some prank she did, or when talking to some horrible director. "I don't wish that you were there. I'm glad you're not the one to die. You're young, Rollie, and have a lot to offer movie business and New York."

"But Angie still needs you." Rollie said.

"Yes, that may be true, but she'll learn to deal with it. She has you. You two have always been close." Manny said.

"She hates me. You said you heard what she said to me at the apartment.

"She doesn't hate you. She had a nightmare. She's upset." Manny said. "Didn't you say anything when your mother died that probably hurt the person you were saying things too? Like your father?"

"Yeah." Rollie muttered, remembering he blamed his own mother's death on his father.  But after awhile he got over it.

"There you go." Manny replied. "I have to go now, Rollie. You watch over Angie for me."

"Manny wait...." Rollie started, seeing the image fading, and hearing his name being called from a distance.

"Rollie....."

Rollie jerked awake, seeing Angie kneeling in front of him.

"Angie." Rollie muttered,  shaking his head, trying to remember what had happened. "What time is it?"

"Six in the morning. I woke up a couple hours ago and I started getting worried when you didn't come back after awhile." Angie said. "I had a feeling you might be here."

"Angie, you're soaked." Rollie said, noticing she was completely wet and shaking.

"I walked." She replied, shrugging.

"Walked?! From my apartment to here?" Rollie asked stunned. "Angie, it's twelve blocks from here, and pouring rain outside."

"I was worried you were mad at me." Angie said quietly.

"Mad?"

"For what I said." Angie replied. "I didn't mean what I said. Honestly. I don't wish that you died instead of my father. I don't want to lose you."

"It's okay, sweetie. I know you didn't mean it." Rollie replied, pushing some wet strands of her hair out of her eyes.

"Really? You're not mad?"

"No, I couldn't ever be mad at you." Rollie said. "I know you're just upset over his death. I am too."

"So, you're not gonna leave or anything?" Angie asked, starting to cry again.

"Leave?" Rollie asked, eye brows raised shocked. "No! Of course not. As long as you want me around I'm staying."

"Good."

"Now, lets you get you warmed up before you get sick or something." Rollie said. "Your father will come back to haunt me if something happens to you."