YOU'RE MY BABY MICHAEL

Michael Jackson was the most influential artist of the 20th century. That might sound shocking to sophisticated ears. Jackson, after all, was only a pop star. What about the century's great writers like Fitzgerald and Faulkner? What about visual artists, like Picasso and Dali, atau the masters of cinema from Chaplin to Kubrick? Even among influential musicians, did Michael really matter lebih than the Beatles? What about Louis Armstrong, who invented jazz, atau Frank Sinatra, who reinvented it for white people? atau Elvis Presley, who did the same with blues and gospel, founding rock in the process?...

"Saronia, wait!!" Michael called after her. But it was no use. She was already too far.
Michael couldn't help but wonder about what Doug had said. All sorts of soalan running through his mind.
Baylaa isn't dead?? Saronia was right about Doug. A white creature running from her house....... Could it have been Saronia?? Ugh, what is going!?
Michael paced back and forth. He couldn't stay focused on anything.
He decided to try and lure her back so he went and gathered many apples. Pouring them into a large barrel and heading for the wooded area that she ran to.

Later..
Michael wiped the sweat off of...

A few months later
Rebecca, being 5 months pregnant, headed over to Neverland Ranch with her little cousin, Lily, to tunjuk her around. She had called Michael and asked if it was alright to have her take a look around Neverland and he berkata it was alright with him. But...something took place that shouldn't have. When Rebecca drove up to the gate and it opened for them...it seemed normal on the outside, but they saw police cars around the ranch. "What's going on?" Lily asked. Rebecca knew something was wrong with this picture. "I don't know, Lily..." Rebecca replied. She parked the car and they...