This story will be continued in another story. This one is just getting long and the next part takes on a new plot. So, after the next couple of chapters I will begin a sequel to this story. (I can do a story later on of the time missed, but that's just not what I am to write next. Just comment if you want me to add a story about the five years I am skipping.)

Marie and Sam sat at the table talking about old times.

"Remember at prom when Seth danced like a mad man on the table." Marie said.

"Of course, I had to buy a new one. Remember at your graduation when your brother fell off the stage." Sam said with a slight laugh.

"He really is Dad's son." Marie said taking a sip of her coffee.

"Remember when we went prom dress shopping and-"

"Kyle managed to knock over all of the mannequins." Marie ended.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" A little five year old said holding her hands up to Sam holding a picture.

"What do you have here?" Sam said as she picked up her youngest child.

"Who this? She es pretty." In Lyla's hand was a picture of Jane and Marie on the couch smiling like two little girls even though they were nearly 16 in the picture.

"Marie, isn't that Jane?" Sam said handing the picture to her older daughter.

"Yes, I haven't seen her in years. Where did you find this?" Marie asked her little sister.

"My new room had a box on the closet top." Lyla said with a smile.

"And how did you get to the top of the closet?" Sam asked.

"Kyle got it down for me. Something about things change but the past is the same. Time to learn from out mistakes." Lyla answered.

"Can you go get the box?" Marie asked.

"Wes!" Lyla ran from the room to her new bedroom. Aka Marie's old room.

"I must have forgot it when I moved out last month." Marie said. At nearly 21she was average size, but a little short. Her black hair was a little past her shoulders. Her make up was light to match her blue eyes, that had taken on a slight gray color since she had started college and moved closer to the school and farther away from home. Kyla was still living at home. He was trying to earn enough money for his own place. He didn't want to depend on his parents' money for a home.

Lyla came back with a box and sat it on the table. Photos from high school were everywhere. Pictures of Marie's bad hair cut, her geek phase when she started wearing glasses her junior year of high school. A picture of her and Seth kissing midair was soon in Lyla's had. She made a face and put it back. She soon found a picture of midnight and fluffy from when they were puppies. Lyla's eyes lite up. Marie had left Fluffy at home. The landlord didn't allow pets. Even cute potty trained ones.

A picture of Technious frozen sat at the bottom.

"He looks alone." Lyla said looking at his face.

"He always was. He did a lot of bad things through the years. Not all ghost are bad." Sam said looking at Tehcnious's face a noticing the loneliness Lyla was talking about.

"Mom, did I do that? That man did I hurt him? You always talk about the man I froze. Is that him?" Lyla said with a sad face. The story had always been told with pride. Lyla's first successful fight. Yet, all she could feel for him was pity. This had once been a man. She turned him to ice. Nothing more.

"You didn't kill him. You can't kill the dead." Marie said. She remembered that horrible feeling of being kidnapped and passing out. Such an evil man deserved a worse fate, but youth brought a new point of view. He was a man. Once upon a time.

The pictures were put back and the was in Marie's car in a matter of minutes. Was this what Kyle meant by mistakes. Technious wasn't dead. Just missing. Probably going to try something else someday. The sun was low in the sky as Marie drove away.

"You need to go to sleep. You have school tomorrow." Sam said.

"But, mom!"

"Not but just bed." Sam said as she took her daughter to her room. She fell asleep quickly. Thinking only of the man she had defeated and the tear in his eyes that no one else saw.