I don't think so. It's kind of like learnin' to be a private detective. You have to have one part smarts, one part common sense, and one part intuitio...n. Now, I always heard that women are the experts at intuition. You've already proven you've got the other two parts ... so ... what do you say?"It was a rotten thing for him to do. I knew ... and he knew ... I was going to say yes. There was no way I was going to turn down a chance to be with the source of my everyday fantasies.I nodded, probably. It seemed that Rachel was now talking to herself."Guys! I'm home!" Rachel called out. She put her bags down on the couch, removing her slick rain jacket. She could feel the cold water drip onto her white T-shirt, the fabric turning translucent. Her nipples hardened lightly in response to the cold water touching her skin."Guys?" She looked around, noticing a note on the refrigerator. "Rachel, called Joey and the guys, their all going to that rock concert out of town. Phoebe is down doing a demo. They found their tattered uniforms in a pile that Orkin had swept. They quickly dressed before hurrying out of the house and down the creaking stairs.As they made their way back to their neighborhood, Samantha broke their silence, looking up from her phone.“Okay, I’m, like, not totally sure I believe what just happened, but… you saved me. Thank you.”They stopped walking. Lori sighed. “And you stayed when you didn’t have to. Thank you.”They hugged.“But,” Samantha added with some hesitation. “We. ”“I can bring you back?”“To my human form.”Everything seemed twisted and warped. Alene felt bewildered, cold and confused. What was this place? A castle where ghosts congregated and hung out?“Alene,” said ghost James. “Kiss me.” He held out what was left of his severed hand, offering it to her. She looked into his white, dead eyes and then down at his hand. Gingerly, Alene accepted. Standing in closer to him she tilted her head upwards, as James bought his down slightly, and their lips touched,.