Prologue

Janet held Jermaine's hand tight as the family and friends of the deceased walked down the aisle in two's. Janet wore a beautiful black dress with a veil over her face. Jermaine, as did the rest of the men, wore expensive suits designed by top designers. Every celebrity known to man was in the church. The depressing and deep voice of the pastor read:

"As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil...."

Janet looked around her. As she glanced at the pews , sounds of family crying hysterically filled her ears. She saw Kathrine, her mother, with Michael's children, Prince and Paris, on her lap. She stared ahead, tears falling from her face.

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life...." The pastor went on.

She looked in front of her, and saw LaToya walk away from the casket crying hysterically with that high pitched voice of hers. The church was decorated with breathtakingly beautiful flowers.

In no time, Jermaine and Janet approached the casket. Jermaine turned his head away and hugged Janet. He couldn't contain his tears no matter how much he tried. After a moment Janet released him and looked into the casket herself. No tears came, just a wave of emotion. She blinked and saw herself iin her brother's arms as he dosed off to sleep after a concert. This was when she was little. She blinked again and saw the same image.

His eyes were closed so softly; it looked as if he was having a wonderful dream. His skin was smooth to the touch, and long hair soft and black.

Janet reached and touched his pale face. It was just as if he was sleeping. Maybe he was.
Still, no tears came to her eyes.
And she knew why also.

To be sad, would mean that she had excepted the thought that she would never see Michael again. That he was dead.
But she strongly believed that wasn't the case. He was still there.
Somewhere.
Maybe he was asleep.