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Wyatt knew.
He always had known, ever since he saw that stack of old newspapers on the dining room table.
He wasn’t supposed to be here.
He wasn’t still supposed to be in this dead-end town, working a dead-end job in the mall, hell, he wasn’t still supposed to be on this planet at all.
Wyatt was supposed to be dead.
Of course, he couldn’t just say ‘Oh yeah, I died in a rollercoaster accident 15 years ago and somehow got reborn when only one of us was supposed to.’ He’d be dismissed as just a child with an over-active imagination.
He always had that nagging fear that he somehow took this away from Jane (Penny?), who deserved that second chance more than any of them did.
He had found his old choir mates, who seemed to be blissfully unaware of their past lives.
Ashley Williams. Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg. Still a straight-A student, still choir head, still a bitch, even in a different body.
Sofia Ferris. Constance Blackwood. Still had a job at Blackwood’s, but she finally learned to stand up for herself. He was glad about that, because Ashley and Sofia were still friends, and Ashley still had a tendency to try to walk all over her.
Penny Lamb. That one was self-explanatory. He was thrilled that Jane finally got to live a happy life, one that she could remember. She did seem to know of her past life, of that fateful night in the warehouse. He had talked with her about it before, both of them agreeing that somehow Karnak had malfunctioned when he died and brought them all back.
Daveed Olson. Ricky Potts. Still imaginative, but at least he could talk about the weird things that he comes up with in his head. There was significantly less having sex with cat people this time though.
Boris Macey. Mischa Bachinski. He’s not insufferable anymore, thank god, death chilled him out. But he still had this sadness to him, like the sadness he got when he talked about Talia. Wyatt was still good friends with him though, and they talked regularly.
And him? He was Noel Gruber. Still the same raging homo that wants to be a hooker, but he’s learned to hide that part of him, for fear of his friends making one too many connections in their head.
The whole choir, all alive for Round 2 in the insanely hard to beat game that’s life.
Well, it may not be a game, but he’s sure in for one hell of a ride.