Where deceased spirits come to finally rest, and who can watch the World from above and comment, but never control...

::Luke wanders around the white haze, recalling the recent events in his head. He shields his eyes to block out some of the blinding light, not quite aware of what was going on.::

(Is this the dream that follows that nightmare I had just now? Carys stabbing me down...)

::He looks down to his crotch.::

(...there. This is the most realistic dream I've ever had, to be frank.)

::Luke stares down at his feet, a scenery familiar to him. He sits down on the ground to observe the events at P3.::

"Why is Vince attacking them and more importantly, why do I care? This is supposed to be my dream. It's supposed to be all. About. ME!"

"Vince is possessed, eh? Why the fuck does this matter? It's still my dream. And why if it isn't Carys? She killed me in my previous dream..."

::He pauses for a second, looking around the place. Still not aware that he was dead, Luke calls for a clone.::

"Lorenzo? Hey, c'mon out. God, why am I stuck watching these people and their lives? This is almost as bad as helping other people who aren't me, myself, I and my other self. Now where is my stunningly bitchy fish?"

::He looks around the area, spotting no living person (hee) in sight.::

"Surprised no one has come to bug me in the dream yet."

::Staring back to P3, Luke rolls his eyes at Lee.::

"Is that the same tool we saw at the park? Ugh."

"Blah blah. Someone died, said the ghost. Time to change channels."

::Luke shifts his attention across town at CW Apartments. He zooms in on his penthouse.::

"Well, things are exactly how they were left off before they told me to get some rest. The candles. The electricity still out. The sword out of the chest. My dead body. The open fuse bo..."

::Luke reviews the scene again as it looked identical to the "nightmare" he had earlier. He sees his dead body bleeding out on the sheets. He thinks back to the "nightmare", recalling what Carys was wearing in it. He glances at P3, noticing the former vampire dressed in the same attire.::

"Wait a minute. Just wait a minute..."

::Luke looks at his surrounding again and to the two scenes one last time, putting two and two together.::

"'Someone died'... shit. I died?"

::He stops speaking to himself, just sitting Up Here evaluating what was once his life.::

"Yeah. Much better than most of those losers down there."

"That tool thinks Theo was that ghost? Pfft! He was too incompetent to pull off something like this. Being dead isn't that bad, really."

::He looks around, seeing that no one was here.::

"Minus the fact that it's pretty empty here. When are they going to get the right answer?"

::Luke sighs and rolls his eyes at Lee's insistence regarding the ghost's identity.::

"You know what's missing here... wherever here is? A bar and a bartender! Listening to all of this makes me want to drink again."

"Well, I wonder when their time will be up. Then again, it's not really their time that'll be up. It's my life that's on the line, granted that I'm already dead. I didn't even get to go on the Official ACW Challenge and save Ariel in shining armor and all that other shit."

::Luke whistles a haunting tune, still staring down at P3.::

"Well, you have a hunch. Now use it for Christ's sakes!"

::Luke sighs heavily, fumbling his pockets for a cigarette. He pulls out a spectral cigarette and lighter, igniting the ends. He inhales and exhales the smoke.::

"At least now, I don't have to worry about dying of lung cancer."

::Luke grins, taking another drag.::

"Now, Vince just has to agree and hopefully, I'll be free. I wonder what will happen to me. I was bleeding out on my bed. Will I be returned to my body only to die again or will my wounds heal when I get back in that flawless vessel of mine?"

::Luke tosses the spectral cigarette somewhere.::

"After this though, I guess I'm kind of obligated to save the less fortunate. Protect innocents. I think. Figures that it would take my death to willingly help others.

I've done it before but it was only because I had nothing better to do. Am I a changed man or has this...this selflessness always been there but I went out of my way to disguise it? I guess time will tell, I suppose..."

::Luke continues to look downward at the events at P3.::

::Luke sinks through the "ground," returning to his body in his penthouse.::

[Andrea feels her spirit come to rest here. At the moment it's all bright and beautiful. A pure mist floats around your feet. There is a beautiful, ornate bench for you to sit on Andrea.]

::Andrea feels odd. Really odd. Disorientated. She looks around, the world becoming hazy with every sharp movement she makes, like she's drunk and feels like the world is catching up with her when she changes direction. The spell worked, then. She has no idea of the danger her body's in, so sits on the bench, assuming that that's what she's supposed to do.::

"Good evening, Miss Andrea."

::Hunos smiles as he approaches the bench from the mist and takes a seat next to Andrea. His wrinkled face is bright and refreshed. He looks happy and warm, glowing even.::

::Andrea can't quite believe it. Hunos' voice sounds so strange coming from a human. She just stares and stares at him, having no clue what to say.::

::He smiles at her, his eyes sparkling. In a movement he shifts into his most familiar form and looks up at her, tail swishing side to side.::

"Not that I'm not delighted to see you, my dear Miss Andrea, but why are you here?"

::Tears slip out of Andrea's eyes at the sight of the tabby cat and she looks away to try to keep herself together.::

"I'm in the hospital with you right now, Hunos. The doctor said you're... your... body... is braindead."

"I'm more worried about you, my beautiful girl."

::He makes his way to Andrea and rubs his body against her hand, and though they have no physical bodies she will feel his warm fur play against her skin.::

"Being here means your dead, and if you departed your body to visit me then I am grateful, but you must return at once."

"Well. Nobody told me about that!"

(Bugger then.)

"Hunos. Come back with me. You can do that, can't you? Please?"

"I'm afraid I cannot, Miss Andrea. I am bound here now."

::He looks up at her eyes, large feline tears collecting and dripping down his fur.::

"Turn back."

::She means into his human self.::

::Always ready to do as Andrea wishes, he changes back into that of his human form, tears slipping down his cheeks.::

::Andrea's crying too. She looks at Hunos, her lips quivering and face looking frail.::

"Look at you."

::Sniffing, she reaches out and touches his arm.::

"It's so strange. Seein' you. An'... knowin' who you are. I'm so sorry. That... you're not gettin' a chance to live like you're meant to. I should've stopped it. Mordema."

"Shhh."

::He smiles though tears run freely from his eyes.::

"You fought hard for me. You risked it all. I never should have placed you in such danger. For that, I apologize."

::He looks down at Andrea's hand on his arm and takes it in his own.::

"You, my dear. You and my beautiful daughter, you made my life complete. I thank you for giving me home and bringing me love."

::His voice breaks as he tries to continue.::

"I love you as my own, and any father would be so proud as to have a daughter such as you by his side in his last moments."

"I love you too."

::Andrea hunches up as her shoulders shudder with sobs, and she turns towards Hunos on the bench and gives him a tight hug.::

"I'm sorry Chloe didn't come. I'll tell her. What you said. Every word."

::He can't help but let out a sob as he grips Andrea tightly.::

"I wish only the best in life for you, Miss Andrea. Let me go, do not mourn me. I will always be watching over you. You and Chloe. My beautiful daughters."

::He pulls back from their hug, holding both Andrea's hands in his own.::

"You must leave now."

::Andrea just nods a little. She doesn't say anything, but she can feel herself dying and it's not nice. She stands and looks down at Hunos one last time, then bends down and kisses him on the cheek. She sets her will to returning to her body and hopes that that's all she needs to do.::

"I won't forget."

"I love you, my dear Miss Andrea."

[In a peaceful and floaty experience, Andrea's spirit flows away from this place and back to her body.]