As doctors rushed in and Mariah and Tiffany ran اگلے to Kyle, James sat there, looking at his brother, remembering all that they'd gone through, fighting evil monsters that don't exist, fighting bad guys, everything, they survived it all. Except the human race, their own species. He was about to cry but looked up and saw Mariah and Tiffany, crying. He hugged them tight, like Kyle used to. "It'll be ok" he said. "But what are we going to do?" sobbed Mariah. "Live on." کہا James and hugged them tighter. Later that evening James went to Kyle's house and looked under his بستر and found a box. He changed the letters so it کہا Sheila. Inside were pictures, of their mum. It had writing to. It didn't take long for him to realise that it was their mums things. There was a picture of his mum holding two babys on the back it said; 'Me holding my two children, James and Kyle, my little sunshines of life.'
He put the picture in his pocket.
A while after Kyle's funeral, Summer announced that she was pregnant. She hadn't decided on the name. When the baby was born, it was a little girl. "What should I name her?" she asked.
They all کہا names. Eventually James said, "What about Sheila?" the name mtched her beautifully. "What gave آپ hat idea? Not that its bad its just so unique and آپ don't hear it much." کہا Summer.
"Kyle told it to me, it was a ورڈ پاس for this." he pulled out the box from his bag.
So that was her name, they all saw what was in the box, and all lived on.