Short, sweet and to the point. I'm not sure what is going on with Chapter 23 and why it isn't working. I took a look at it and tried to reload it, but no go. If you are reading this story and want chapter 23, message me and I will send it to you, because it is important to the story!

Thank you all for being such amazing readers. I've really enjoyed writing this story and I loooove me some Zach fluff! haha.

I don't know if there will be a sequel to this, quite honestly I don't know how there can be. Amy peaced out and Zach is a better person because of her; all goals have been accomplished.

If you have any ideas for a sequel, send them on over, but I really have to find or think of something that strikes up divine intervention to write another one of these.

Anyways, thanks again for being amazing. Check out my other fic, "Cheerman in the Woods" if you get a chance.

Love always,

SimOph52

It had been weeks since he had been kidnapped by the doctor. While he found relief in the fact that he was no longer holding the secret of the murder, he found a small emptiness in himself being completely purposeless.

He had found ways of keeping himself busy, like building a 1/34" scale model of the Golden Gate Bridge out of plastic spoons and teaching himself the art of origami, but those tasks only kept him busy for days, and he had a lot more time to spend cooped up in this hospital.

They hired a new psychiatrist who was far more tidy that Freidman and whom Zack liked more as well. His treatment had been going well and the doctor couldn't grasp the concept of why Zack had been placed here. There was nothing psychologically wrong with him, so instead of treating him, they would have philosophical and mechanical debates that had anyone overheard their conversation, they most likely would have sounded like they were speaking a different language.

Zack strolled into the common room after having a particularly invigorating discussion with the doctor and walked toward his table. As he approached the table, he noticed something sitting on top of it. His curiosity had gotten the better of him and he quickened his pace to observe the object.

It was a book. He picked it up ran his hand over the cover. The pages smelled sweet as he ran his thumb over the end of the book and quickly flipped through the pages. He turned the book over and read the title, 'Ghosts'.

He smiled and sat down at the table and opened the book to the first page.