{Testing.. testing... is this on? Do I have the proper dose of potion of Speech?}

*high pitched whine*

{Scilph, stop breathing down my neck.}

*Muffled* Oh! Yes! I apologize... *footsteps*

{...Alright. Today, I am officially enrolling as a student. I couldn't quite make it on my own, without Scilph. Even though I'm a ghost, I can still have it hard. Eralonia needs food and shelter and all that, so I came back after the whole "cat" episode. I'm not giving up the cat.} *meow* *purring* {Hello, Eralo.}

{So, uhm... talents, or whatever. Lessee... I died in the Victorian Era, at 14 years old... I was a street urchin. I remember claiming to be able to predict the future, but that all' was a downright lie... hm. My life isn't really much to talk about.}

{Well, uh, I hope I make some friends. Or whatever, really... goodbye.}

*click*

{HEEEEEEEYYYYAAAA, J-journal... *hic* h-heheheh..}

*muffled* Morris, Lie down! You're drunk as a lord!

{Y-YOU DON' TELL ME WH'DDA DO, OL' LADY!}

*sigh* you are awful... how do ghosts even get drunk... *footsteps*

{*hic* damn women... *HIC* WHOOOOO NEEDS'EM AMIRITE? AAAAAHAHAHAHA!-

zZZZZz...Z-ZZZZZzzz...}

He fell asleep. Hah.... Alright, into bed. *dragging Morris to bed*

Hm. His journal is on. let me ju-

*click*

{Oi, me poor neck... ack... *groan* So, @Jessica Moon, You think YOU'RE feelin' deathly? Heh. Take it from someone who's already dead, it's much worse... *grunt* anyway, I heard you wanted to talk to me when I was sober. What is it?}

SCREAM.

I open my eyes. Being dead does not allow me the comfort of rest, but I try. I try so hard. I'm afraid that Scilph has been hurt. I rush to her as soon as I can. I ask her what's wrong, but she begins muttering incomprehensible nonsense. She looks, well, paler than I. Her breathing is heavy, and she looks as if she has seen a ghost. I shouldn't say that, because she's seen me on a daily basis. Well, anyway....

She bolts out of bed, and starts throwing things around the room, searching for something. When she finds a candle, she lights it and throws open the door. "COME WITH ME. NO QUESTIONS ASKED." Of course, I obey her. Something must truly be wrong.

We race to the railroads. Eralonia meows, and I see Nova running up to us. We follow her, and see a figure - almost glowing - collapse to the ground. Scilph shrieks "NO!" and runs to her. She kneels beside the girl... and picks her up. I am surprised. Scilph isn't very strong.

"W-we need to get back to our dorm! QUICKLY!" She has tears in her eyes, even though that shouldn't be possible.

I nod, and teleport them back to our dorm. Scilph places Jessica on her bed.

"Morris.... she isn't dead.... just sleeping."

She lets out a relieved breath.

*click*

{I am going to find Pacific and Atlantica. They have been taken prisoner, and need my help. Scilph needs to stay here and take care of Jessica.}

*muffled* Morris....

{I will be back in less than three days. You shouldn't worry about me... *chuckle* I'm already dead.}

...

as long as you return. Take Eralonia with you.

{I was planning to. Okay, Era. We depart.}

*click*

I hover through cells, empty and occupied. I haven't seen Pacific in any of them... I wonder if she looks just like Atlantica, who I have seen before. I spot a huge... I don't know. It seems like mostly machinery.

Eralonia is in my hands. I turned her into a ghost- no, I didn't kill her. Small, living things I am psychical contact with, I can turn them into ghosts for a short amount of time. I have a hand over her muzzle, afraid she'll meow and give us away.

The Machine-thing is sitting quietly. It is motionless.

I float quietly through the left wall and back into the cells.

*static*

[DELETED ENTRIES, ENTRY 24, PLAY-}

{I remember when you needed to talk to me, Jessica. Where did you go? Are you alright? I Will come and help you...! No, no... that sounds too clingy... Journal, delete...}

{Jessica, are- AUGH, I don't know how to start this.. wh-what do I say? How do I say it?}

*muffled mewing*

{Hello, Eralonia. DO YOU know what I should say?}

*meow*

{*chuckle* Alright. Meow meow mew? Meow meow MEW-ow, meow mew.}

*muffled* Morris? What are you doing?

{Ah, uh-uhm, nothing, Scilph-!}

It sounded like you were meo-

*click*

[DELETED ENTRIES, ENTRY 59, PLAY-]

{Jessica, I- *sigh* You make me feel alive. *muffled* No no no, that's too stupid...}

*SCREAM*

{SCILPH? ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?}

*muffled* No, Morris. Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

*muffled* {What?}

*thumping*

*muffled* COME WITH ME. NO QUESTIONS ASKED.

*door slamming, silence*

[JOURNAL AUTO-SHUT DOWN COMMENCE. REBOOTI-]

[DELETED ENTRIES, ENTRY 102, PLAY-]

*shuffling* *meowing*

*muffled*{-maybe Pacific will come back, maybe she won't... Maybe Jessica will come back, maybe she wo-}

*LOUD SHRIEK*

*LIGHTBULBS BURTSTING*

*RINGING*

*soft meowing*

*glass shattering, liquid flowing*

~...I can speak. I can speak! Please, someone, anyone, come to Dorm 667... this is Eralonia, the cat. I drank some of Morris' speech potion... Scilph has... I do not know what she has done, but everything is frozen. Morris isn't moving. I think Nova and I are the only ones who escaped the blast. Plea~

*meowing*

*click*

The small, white cat was shaking. There was a ringing in her sensitive ears, and her whiskers were twitching. Her eyes darted around, searching desperately for something, anything, to comfort her. She searched for Morris. She knew he couldn't die, he was already dead. No such luck. Scilph was out of the question, and Eralonia couldn't find her either. Blackie, the feral box, was inanimate, now just a normal leather chest under the bed. Jessica was still slumbering. Morris' Journal seemed to be buzzing, repeating the words [JOURNAL HAS BEEN DAMAGED. COMMENCE SHUT DOWN PROCESS] There was glass on the floor, and the book shelf had fallen over, just barely missing the cat. Dust was floating in front of an open window, with a single beam of light shining through it.

She slowly walked past the broken bottle of speech potion, into the room where Scilph was. She might, just might, get her to help. She heard nothing except her paws on the floor. She desperately wished and hoped and prayed that someone had heard her plea.

The cat weaved through broken wood on the floor. One of the support beams on the ceiling had fallen. She leaped over it. Suddenly, her ears pricked up. She had heard something.

A soft meow.

Nova.

She darted to the noise. It was upstairs, in Morris' room. The poor galaxy cat was shuddering under his bed, horrified. Nova looked at Eralonia with pleading eyes.

The white cat nuzzled the galaxy cat, and lay down next to her, their bodies close.

~It will be okay.~

A pale, floating, see-through teenage boy is cowering three floors away from the chaos.

He is too afraid to do anything.

He wants to help, he wants to help so badly, but is afraid to see the carnage...

And afraid to see the one that he loves hurt, broken, and possibly dead.

When Scilph had screamed, he knew that he had to get out of there. He knew what would happen. He knew it all, and yet he couldn't stop her.

This was his fault. Now she would die because of him and there was nothing he could do about it. Because he didn't want to become frozen in time himself. His selfish needs had gotten in the way of saving the girl he loved.

Morris cried.