Eralonia was patrolling the school grounds. It wasn't much fun to be around Scilph anymore.... she didn't react to anything that she did. She wasn't DEAD, of course... but her heat and heartbeat were fainting more and more every day. Even after she had invited a stranger in the house (To retrieve his empty Mountain Dew bottle) she didn't say anything. The man (who possessed a very irritating whistle) only thanked her, gave her some fat, juicy salmon as her reward, then left. Scilph was entirely still. Eralonia wasn't WORRIED, or course- just mildly concerned.

She spotted Atlantica with-BY A CAT'S FINE WHISKERS!-a shaved head and two different colored eyes walking with -MOTHER OF DOGS!- an android who looked an awful lot like Pacific. She pointed at one of the Vampire men (who's names escaped her at the moment) and her sister clucked her metal tongue at him and lead her along. The happy, joyous girl was approaching Nobody's cat, Claude (who she has not had the pleasure of meeting yet- he was playing cards. He seems like a civilized young fellow, she thought). On sight, she swooped in and hugged him tightly. Claude hissed and screeched in fear, and swiped at her. Even after such a nasty scratch, he was still smiling when Claude ran away.

Eralonia watched as he bolted in her direction, panting heavily. =Augh, that woman is absolutely...= (Talking in Catspeak, of course.)He coughed and wheezed a little. Eralonia chuckled. ~You get used to it. I'm Eralonia, pleasure to meet you.~

=Claude. Same here. You've dealt with her?= He said, nodding his head to Atlantica. She smiled slightly. ~She only means to be kind. Doesn't quite know she can be a bit... overwhelming. But Atlantica truly is great fun. The android next to her is Pacific. They used to be Soul Twins, sharing a body. But, an unfortunate incident rendered them in this state. I am afraid I am not in the position to tell about what happened, as it is a very sensitive subject. It has something to do with the posters all around the campus.~

Eralonia paused, hoping Claude would ask more, but he seemed uninterested. =Feh. I left my playing cards back there with @Nobody... if I run, do you think I can get them?= Eralonia huffed. ~Who did you say you left your cards with? Nobody?~

=Huh? Yeah, my owner. Sprinkle obsessed, turns invisible, kinda idiotic, awful roommate. Still gotta love Nobody, though. Keeps food in my bowl, all that. Who's your owner?=

~I think I have met your master in the infirmary. Any-the-ways, my master is Morris, a ghost from the European Isles. He came into and left the world in Great Britain. He is a noble, trustworthy person, and his roommate is nice to be around. She is afraid of felines like ourselves, so being around her is a real SCREAM!~ Eralonia chuckled.

Claude saw Atlantica skip away, and Pacific approaching. She gently picked Claude up, returned him to Nobody apologizing, then waddled away. Nobody smiled and the two of them continued playing cards.

Eralonia hesitated, then sighed slightly. She sauntered off, back to Morris' dorm, who was currently recording a Journal Entry.

*MORRIS*

{Hello again, Mattie. Yes, my life does seem to be an ongoing soap opera. And you know what? I'm so desperate for help, I'll even go to you. I want you to give me every piece of advice to get Scilph out of her depression. ANything I can do at all to make her happy, because without me, she may actually d-}

{Become like me.}

{I don't want that for her. Death is not a topic to be funny about. You do not pretend to do anything like that.}

{So please... just help me anyway you can. And I don't mean just you, MAttie. I mean as many people as possible.}

*silence*

*sniffling*{Please.}

*click*

@Max Capaciti

{I get how you feel. I truly do. I feel like everything I do is a mistake, and that even if I DID do something right... something would go wrong again. Bloody hell, it feels awful.}

{In a way, I'm also... missing my girlfriend. Loose term, "girlfriend". My friend who is a girl, but who I think I may have feelings for. I don't know if that can happen, since I'm a ghost, but...}

{Still.}

{Anyway.. I get how you feel, Mr. Capaciti. You aren't alone.}

{AH! TH-THIS IS WONDERFUL! Bloody hell, they're back, they're back...! This is brilliant, this will work... Scilph will be alright! Now that @*Atlantica* and @Pacific are back, they can help me with Scilph! THEY'RE ALRIGHT! SCILPH WILL BE ALRIGHT! JESSICA WILL BE ALRIGHT! I-I'm not alone! Eralonia, Eralonia! Did you hear? They're back! Atlantica and Pacific are in different bodies and Pacific's a robot and Atlantica's head is shaved and-a-and...!}

*meow*

{Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just so thrilled! I-I just don't feel as... empty...as I did before! It is exquisite to know that some of my closes friends are back, in a good situation to help me with MY BAD situation! It is always good to know that Atlantica is there to throw you a feel-better party, and Pacific is there to be a rational human bei- er... robot. I apologize again. I will have to get aquatinted with this new change. }

{Anyway, not much has happened when you were gone... except me re-activating the stone, and instead of saving Scilph... she told me to save Jessica instead.}

{A brave, selfless act.}

*silence*

{She doesn't deserve what she's going through. She almost gave her life just so she could save Jessica... and She still hasn't woken up.}

{I know this is ridiculous, and selfish as well. But I am FURIOUS at Jessica. I know if she could wake up, she would. But she's been out for more than a month now. She has woken up, once. When Scilph was blaming herself. But now, she isn't here. Why isn't she here? Scilph nearly gave her life to save yours, Jessica. Why can't you just wake up and end her suffering?!}

*sigh*

{I'm being a bloody cretin.}

{Jessica can't hear me. I know she can't choose to wake up.}

*longer silence*

{I'm so confused and afraid. I don't know how I feel about Scilph or Jessica or anything that has happened.}

POSTER TAPED UP ALL OVER THE SCHOOL, READING....

HELP NEEDED AT DORM 667!

Scilph ( A common-known classmate, the very tall, pale girl who makes lightbulbs explode) is in horrible condition. She is mourning over the possible loss of her friend, and refuses to move or speak. We need medical attention, for her and Jessica (said friend). I cannot leave her side.

Someone please call for professional help, or come up to Dorm 667 with assistance.

Thank you,
Morris.

{I am back.}

{I have ventured out miles across the world, back to my homeland. Where I was born (and where I died), Great Britain. Not much has changed... well, a lot has changed. Many, many things. I visited my grave (it is crumbling, and almost completely destroyed. Shame. I am honestly surprised it is still there.) and came back here a few days later. Not much has happened. Scilph has not done much. She does not need to eat or drink, but she does sleep. A lot. I tried to talk to her, and she says she wishes to become "one with Jessica".}

*sigh*

*long silence*

{I am so worried about her. There's a deep, upset feeling in the pit of my stomach and I don't know why I'm feeling anything. I am so confused and sad and also angry....}

{Jessica.}

{Jessica, if you are listening, somehow... please. Wake up. Scilph is slowly killing herself and I have no idea what to do. All she wants is to see you awake.}

{If anyone, anyone at all is listening, please... please, I need help.}

*Static*

{I'm going to be gone for about week or so.}

{Don't ask why, I just need some alone time. I need to think.}

{I'll be ok.}

~Morris

{Uhm, Mattie, I appreciate the help. I really do. But I don't think I'll be using any of your methods anytime soon. Thanks, but no thanks. Scilph would probably hiss at me anyway. And, like what I said before, just because the other girls are currently unconscious, that does not really mean Scilph is my match. (By the way, in case you were wondering, Scilph is an "other". We just call her a "her" to prevent confusion.)}

{Everything just seems to be going downhill for me anyway. Even if Scilph WASN'T a socially awkward quitter right now, she would still reject me. Probably kick me out. Also, there is no way I'm getting rid of my cats. Although it was kinda nice to let Nova out. The Potion of Speech hasn't worn off, and he's been really chatty.}

{And Ava, if you're listening to this, no your roommate is not being a heartless, insensitive monster. And I have no love life to meddle in anyway, so... Forgive Mattie. You know how she can be in over her head. *muttering* and if you don't well, that's not my problem. Lets be honest, if you want to stay somewhere, we have an extra attic room.}

{Actually... I think I'd advise against it. Everyone who has walked through the front door has suffered something. Dorm 667...}

{...One number away from Hell.}

*click*

@Matching by Mattie

{Uhm, thank you, I guess for "helping" me with this. I... guess. *ahem*. First and foremost, I am also MORE THAN SLIGHTLY offended about you speaking so lightly about my friends being in pain, and I am trying my best not to send 5,000 angry poltergeists your way to throttle you. But that would be rude, and you are Student of the Month. I don't think that because all the other girls are not conscious means that Scilph is my match.}

*sigh*

{But, as crazy as this sounds.... I'm giving it a try. Do you... do you think you could help me out with this? I don't know what to say. I mean, I'm a GHOST, and she couldn't feel me, but... I hugged her. Twice. And she is currently giving up on about everything.}

{Even though I have known her for the about-17 years she has existed, I don't know how to approach her about this. Could you meet up with me in the twenty-third cafeteria, West Wing? I need any help I can get.}

*click*

{I'm reading the text on Journal's screen slowly. SCILPH's Journal's screen. The screen of the Journal she does not currently have with her. "Re-activate the stone, Scilph." What does that mean? I am sure its extremely important for her to know. Rotten time to forget the one thing you need, Scilph. Idiot.}

{"Re-activate the stone." What STONE? I don't think there ever was one. The only thing like that associated with them magically was the box. Anyway, now that doesn't matter. I need to give this info to Scilph, ASAP. I need to find her.}

*silence*

{Okay.}

{Where am I?}

{Right now I'm in this HUGE CITY... but... uh... it's really off. There's water flying above my head, and grass growing on the sides of houses and stuff. And strangely, although there are buildings everywhere, there are at least 500 huts a short walking distance away. There's a lot of other weird stuff going on, but I can't quite describe it. No one sees me.... I guess I'm not visible right now. The lab should be near here. I just need to tell Scilph to activate the stone, and everything will be alright.}

{Okay.}

The figure had called out to him from the hut in the field. How could anyone live so far out here, The ghost thinks. The person doesn't know he's not alive. It would be best to keep it that way. He floated through the tall grass to find that the person who was inviting him in was a small girl... when he realizes she's at least six feet tall, even though she looks only twelve. He blinks. Turning solid, looking like a pale human, he walks (for the first time since his death) into the hut. He knows he will need to talk, so he takes a quick swig of speech potion (the only thing he can consume).

He enters, the girl leading him in. The walls are shabby and almost broken. Beams of light shine through the holes in the roof. A chimney has ash surrounding it, and an old boiler sits in the corner, crooked. An even older, frail man sits in a rocking chair. His eyes are closed. His long, white beard nearly touches the floor, and he has a bald head and thick prescription glasses.

The young, but very tall, girl in a red sweater and jeans leads the ghost inside. "You must be awfully tired." She says, a grin spreading across her face. Gran'pa will boil you some tea." She looks over to Gran'pa, who is snoring softly. "Gran'pa!" She says, waking him up. "Eh? Oh, hullo there... eeehhh, me glasses musta be fogged uppagin... yeh look like a ghost. Heh heh."

Morris sputters. "O-oh, no sir. I'm not a ghost. Perfectly human, one hundred percent." The elder laughs. "There there, no need teh get yer breifs inna twist. I'll getcha that there tea." He grabs a cane from the floor and gets up, surprisingly nimble, and walks without any trouble over to the kettle. "Uhm, do you have any Earl Grey?" Morris asks. Gran'pa looks at Morris strangely, and then lets out a huge guffaw. "Naw, I cain't say that we do. Yeh alrigh' with black tea?" Morris nods.

The little girl giggles. "Where you from? Your accent sounds familiar."
Morris looks- well, up -to the girl. "England. London is quite beautiful, you know. Rains quite a bit, though... comes down in steroids."

The girl nods. "Uh-huh. How'd you get here?"

"Well... uhm, I just got enrolled in a University... and my best friend who I have known for a few years... " He sighs. "Ran off. With her friend, who is in a coma. And-"

"In a COMA? How did she do that? Are they alright?" The girl looks completely immersed. Her blue eyes are wide open, and her was resting her chin in her hands. Her long blonde hair perfectly frames her face. Gran'pa chuckled, sitting down into an overstuffed easy chair. "Now Alex, don't get too pokey-pokey inteh his life."

Morris smiles. "Oh no, it's quite alright. I don't mind. Where was I...? Yes, she ran off with her. And the only thing she brought was her box. With nothing in it."

Alex's eyes widened. "Wow..." She whispers. Suddenly, the kettle shrieks loudly, making her jump. Gran'pa gets up from his chair, and gets three chipped cups. He pours the tea into the cups, and brings them over. He downs his in two gulps. "Ahh. Soothes yer soul, don't it?"

Morris looks at the cup uneasily. He has just remembered he cannot eat or drink. Idiot, He thinks. I'm such a fool. He clears his throat and continues his story. "I know where she is going. I have been traveling after her for at least three days. And back at University, there's some things going on. Eralonia and Nova-"

"Who are they?" Alex interrupts.

"Eralonia is my cat. Nova is the cat of the girl in a coma. My roommate hates cats, but I keep them anyway...Anyway, there are..." He struggles to find a normal way to talk about Atlantica and Pacific. "These... twins... who ..spend all their time together. Yes. One wants to stay with the other, but the other wants some alone time. But I don't know how any of them are doing, and that bothers me. I am worried..." Morris sighs.

"My roommate ran away because... things are not going too well. And she blames herself for bringing her friend into a coma, and she feels like she must be perfect ad possible. She thinks if she's perfect... she'll wake up. My roommate thinks that her friend is in a coma because she exists. She also blames herself for this situation about the twins and the cats and the box and so many other things. I don't think she's slept for a week. I have no idea if she's okay, or even if they're still alive. I'm looking for her to convince them to come back, so things can be better."

Gran'pa and Alex's eyes are wide open. Gran'pa had gotten up to get a refill on tea, but has stopped in his tracks, looking at Morris. Alex is about to take a sip of tea, but sets the cup down slowly.

"Dude." She says quietly. "That's heavy."

Morris nods slowly. "I guess... it feels good to get that off my shoulders. There has been so much tension going on."

Gran'pa nodded. "So... where yeh headed off ter?"

"Her home." He says quickly. "Where my roommate was born." That wan't a lie. She was 'born' in the lab. "That's where she is, I'm sure of it."

"Hmm." Gran'pa says. "I'm wishin' yeh teh besta luck. Fer you, and yer friends." He smiles and raises his glass. "If there's anythin' we can dew teh help, jes' call. " He scribbles some numbers on a scrap of paper, handing it to Morris.

He takes the paper, observing the numbers... and smiles. Help. Anything they could do to help. It was ironic about how much they think they knew. He chuckled a little bit.

Alex smiles, noticing the sunbeams fading. "The suns setting, Gran'pa." She turns to Morris. "We have an extra bed, if you want to stay the night.

He shakes his head. "No, but thank you very much. I need to leave now if I want to get there in time. It was very nice to meet you." He shakes Gran'pa's hand, grinning. "I appreciate you helping me and hearing me out."

"Anytime, squirt." Gran'pa shakes his hand firmly. Morris let go of his hand and turned to Alex. "Nice to meet you too."

"Good luck out there! And tell your roommate not to blame herself." She nods.

Morris walks out. "Good-bye. I hope to see you again." He walks off, back into the infinity field. Alex watches him leave, and then realizes something. "WAIT!" She yells.
Morris turns around.

"What's your name?"

Morris smiles. "Call me Morris." He walks into the tall grass and seemingly disappears. A breeze blows by, and then the grass stands still. He has abandoned his legs and is off like a shot, see-through, floating, and free.

"Morris." Alex repeats to herself. "Morris."

She notices his untouched tea.