(A/N) Sorry about the ridiculously long wait! I could tell you about how the play I'm in has been absorbing a lot of my time, or how I've been getting a bunch of research assignments for school, or about how my personal life is really dramatic. But it really comes down to what inspires me the most when I do have spare time to write, and unfortunately, this one has dropped pretty low on my list. So again, my apologies, but I'll try and do better about updating!

I'm not really sure if this is going to be confusing, but it's set after Carly and Jack's duel.

Who am I?

It's almost funny, but I can't really remember. I know I have to be a person, I have to be something or I wouldn't have a soul. And I definitely have a soul or I wouldn't be anything, just atoms floating around. Maybe not even that.

Just from thinking, I seem to be an okay person, if I might say so myself! I know I'm overly-analytical about some things or I wouldn't be trying to figure out exactly what's going on. I know I have a kind heart because I'm wondering how my mom and dad are doing, and if they know what's happened (despite the fact that I'm not so sure what my own fate is).

What does all this mean?

It's just so weird, so confusing. I can string together thoughts perfectly, and I know that I used to live in a place very different from my current location. I have full recognition of what earth was like even if I don't know why I'm not there anymore.

I'm clearly separated from my physical body, but I'm not sure what caused this. Maybe I died and God just wasn't sure where to send me.

When did I arrive?

Time is strange. If I'm in some alternate dimension like as though I were in a sci-fi movie, time could be passing in a different way then time of earth. I could be spending years for ever second I'm sentenced here, or it could be the other way around.

I feel like I have a right to know what's happened in my time here. So many people could be dying, slipping away from me while I'm not even there to say my final farewells.

Why am I here?

I suppose I could have done something wrong. Maybe I've forgotten to pay off all my bills to the IRS and they're trying out some strange new punishment on me. And whatever sort of torture they're putting me through, it's working.

How am I going to make it through this?

And that is the one question I can't seem to know the answer to.

I've been here long enough to finally figure it out - I'm in limbo. Well, it's either that or purgatory, I could never distinguish a difference between the two. It isn't like it matters though, what matters is somehow getting out.

But how did I get here? I can't leave if I don't remember the entrance, though it's glaring me in the face and I just don't want to admit the truth. If I'm in limbo then-then... I must have died. Did I die?

Strange, I can't quite remember.I can remember other things though, like how Angela was always so mean to me in high school. And I remember the way my parents would always bring home cookies for me if I got all A's on my report card even though everyone else taunted me and called me a nerd.

Even though I can think, everything's gradually becoming so distant. Feelings are lost beyond me and my memories are just that: projections with no warmth or pain because I can't remember what it is to be a person. I'm just a mind. I'm starting to forget what it's like to taste, to smell. What were those things again?

Things so beyond my reach, why bother trying to recall them, it would be cruel to dangle something before my eyes that I just can't grasp. Yet, I still want to remember. To remember sensations means remembering being alive, something I want so incredibly badly. I know those feelings were wonderful, something I enjoyed from my previous life that I'm not living anymore. I wish I could experience those blessings.

If I can't remember what it's like to be alive, will I just cease to exist? Maybe this whole time I've been struggling, trying to cling to any type of life I have left.

Or maybe this is what I'll have to deal with for eternity.

Fade.

Everything was fading.

I tried to hold on, but I couldn't. I couldn't.

There wasn't anything there, just blackness.

Overpowering blackness.

Blackness that blotted out all other things.

Fade.

I was fading.

Something was calling me. I gave up fighting the darkness awhile back, or at least what felt like awhile back, but something was pulling me out. My world burst into light and suddenly I could see.

Someone needed me desperately. I was looking around, shifting my gaze that had suddenly been illuminated and I saw him.

I saw Jack. And there was this strange sort of connection between us. I could feel him.

I could feel something. Because of him.

It was love. Love and gratitude because he gave me my soul back. I was bound by some overbearing darkness and evil, yet he was the light, my salvation.

"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not alone!"

Never, ever alone, Jack.

It was true, and I knew it. We'd never be alone again because whatever bond we shared wasn't able to be broken. It was real and true.

He shouted things with conviction and I felt myself growing in feeling. The fierce affection I felt for him spread to his friends, only by hearing the way he spoke of them. If they evoked that much emotion from him then certainly I could feel the same.

"No matter how much I deny it, I cannot escape from what's known as 'bonds!'"

I don't want to escape this bond.

"And what helped me understand that... was one woman's love!"

So our bond lived. I might not have been alive, but somethings are so powerful they can bridge even death.

I watched him, loaning him any strength I could have because I knew he would do the same for me.

He already was.

(A/N) READ ME!

Wow, this was... weird. I'm not sure yet if I think it's good weird or bad weird :/ I definitely won't be offended if I get flamed for this one, haha.

So I was coming from the fact that Carly is a really good person who did really bad things that she couldn't help. What happens to someone like that?

Well, I thought it'd be something like this: but of course I had to add in a bit of Scoopshipping that I really hope wasn't overdone. I see it that Jack is her counterpart, the one who's good might be able to make up for her bad and bring her back to her former state.

Is this too spiritual? I really don't know. And if you're Catholic and I got the limbo thing wrong, my apologies. I researched a bit and this was what I came up with.

So, um, feedback? Not really sure if I want it, to be honest :P