*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*

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.

{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?}

{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*

{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*