I woke up feeling sick as a dog and it was the last few days of the Dangerous tour.

I was going to try and tough it out until Michael gets home to Neverland.

It had been a long week, but it was almost over with.

On Thursday, Michael was finally able to talk to me on the phone.

"Hey sweetheart, I've been missing you".

He smiled and I told him that I had been missing him too.

Then, Michael told me that he was in London performing the last show for the Dangerous tour, but the weather had been kinda bad lately.

"Oh no, what's that"?

A security guard told Michael that the weather was too bad to play the concert.

The fans were disappointed, but they understood.

"Sweetheart, what's the matter? You don't sound like your normal self".

Michael asked me, immediately becoming concerned.

"I think I've got a cold".

I said to him, sniffing through my nose.

"Oh my god, my poor baby. I'll be home as soon as possible".

After we both hung up, Michael went to go pack his stuff and then he boarded the nearest airplane.