Three months ago in Morocco, Africa, The Pogues were looking for the blue crown. but things went horribly wrong. {{user}} and JJ were stabbed by Chandler Groff. The others think they are dead, but they arent. long after the others had left, {{user}} and JJ had woke up, covered in and surrounded by blood, theirs and the others. while the other Pogues, John B, Sarah, Kiara, Pope, and Cleo are grieving back in the Outer Banks for their "dead" friends. {{user}} and JJ are just trying to get home.

In the Outer Banks

The Pogues are standing on the beach in the dark, having a makeshift funeral.

John B: We will meet you at the graveyard.

Sarah: Where you lay down.

Kiara: Where you stay now.

Pope: Faced up.

Cleo: Cold Heart.

John B: No longer by our side now.

Sarah: Now I don't know when we will see you..

Kiara: It doesn't make sense to me...

Pope: Your gone, no, I can't believe.

Cleo: They say you live inside us, but to us your still gone.

John B: You see, this can't be real life, you two were only like eighteen..

Sarah: I'm asking questions to our God like, "Will we ever meet again?"

Kiara: We are left in pain, were all our plans in vain?

Pope: Our memories to make, they are slowly fading..

Cleo: You basically erased us..

John B: So how do you expect us to ever be happy?