As doctors rushed in and Mariah and Tiffany ran inayofuata 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." alisema James and hugged them tighter. Later that evening James went to Kyle's house and looked under his kitanda and found a box. He changed the letters so it alisema Sheila. Inside were pictures, of their mum. It had uandishi 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 alisema names. Eventually James said, "What about Sheila?" the name mtched her beautifully. "What gave wewe hat idea? Not that its bad its just so unique and wewe don't hear it much." alisema Summer.
"Kyle told it to me, it was a nenosiri 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.