At this very moment at the Longburrow School for Boys young Ned was 9 years, 50 weeks, 3 days and 12 minutes old, and he was dreaming. However, unlike his usual dreams which involved his poor dead mother coming back to him, this time was different. He dreamt there were others like him, other children who were unlike other children. They may not be able to touch dead things and bring them back to life, but they each were unique in their own way. Young girls floating in air, boys throwing books around the classroom with just their thoughts, and still more doing even more unfathomable things. He was safe, he belonged, he was loved, and he felt like he was home for the first time in a long time.

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It was a day like any other day at the Pie Hole, Miss Olive Snook was buzzing around table to table offering their famous pie and conversation. As Private investigator Emerson Codd pushed the door open triggering the bell hanging above, Ned compulsively glanced over at the door watching him walk in and sit at his favorite booth. He quickly dusted his hands off on his apron and walked out of the kitchen, nearly running over the small in stature Olive. She giggled and rubbed his chest as she walked past carrying her stack of dirty dishes, glancing back at his behind which were accentuated just so by his well fitted jeans. Ned sighed as he slid into the booth, Emerson pulled on the sleeves of his jacket before he spoke, "Got a new case, something right up your alley"
"When isn't there a case that's up my alley" Ned raises his brow and smirks.
Emerson purses his lips, "Up your alley as in happened in your alley..."

The facts were these: Yvonne Harris of Primatech Paper was 24 years 16 weeks 9 days and 4 hours old, when she was killed by an electric shock so severe she was burnt to an almost unrecognizeable crisp in the alley behind the Pie Hole. The company claimed she was on their recycling research devision, and was out looking through dumpsters to find common disposables to become an uncommon paper. It was out on this dumpster diving mission she was somehow jolted with enough electricity to almost turn her into a pile of ash. How exactly only Yvonne Harris could answer.

Inside the morgue, our duo joined by the piemaker's undead childhood sweetheart Charlotte Charles stood around the body of Miss Harris, the smell of her charred flesh already burning their noses. Emerson plugged his nose and stood back motioning to the body, "Let's just do this"
Ned nodded and pulled the sheet back, she looked as bad as she smelled, he scrunched his nose as Emerson let out a groan. He clicked his watch and nodded to Chuck, touching Miss Harris quickly on the shoulder, who shot up immediately looking around a bit, "Elle you son of a bitch... I'm dead aren't I"
"Unfortunately Yes, Do you have any last wishes, or requests, speak quickly you only have a minute." Chuck quickly chimed in as Emerson began to open his mouth to speak.
"Tell Adam I loved him, even if he didn't love me...and I'm sorry"
Chuck smiles sadly, hand on her chest and Ned inquires further, "Sorry"
"I shouldn't have went out on this assignment..." She shakes her head small poofs of dust flying up from it, her nose crumbling a bit. "Elle is unstable and she went unstable on me, turned it up full blast"
"Turned what, a taser?" Chuck wondered if a simple taser could be modified to deal such damage.
"No her ability...electricity from her hands..." She moved her hands out skin crackling and straining to not break.
Ned quickly glanced to his watch 58 seconds, he quickly reached out and touched her again, she flopped back to the table. Is is possible...he's not the only one with a gift?

Back at the Pie Hole Private investigator Emerson Codd sat at the counter, Ned leaned on the other side hands around his face. "I doubt the police are going to believe she died because someone went high voltage with their bare hands"
Emerson sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "I say Miss Crispy was confused, her brain got all rewired in the shock"
Chuck leaned against the counter next to Emerson, "But she was so adamant, about her unrequited love for poor Adam"
"Poor Adam does not exist...No records of anyone by the name of Adam working at Primatech Paper. Nor is there any murderer who can shoot lightning from her hands by the name of Elle either." Emerson shook his head and sighed, so very sad his money won't be making friends with this new money.
"Oh come on, I could see it in her eyes so full of longing, she loved him." Chuck looked across to Ned for backup.
Ned shrugged his shoulders, "Her voice too, it was forlorn"
"Forlorn or longing, the cash train has left this station..." Emerson sighed and moved off the stool. "I'll be back tomorrow when it's whistle blows at my stop again"
Ned smiled lightly at Chuck as Emerson left the Pie Hole, "Ready to head home"
Chuck worried her bottom lip, "Actually I'm staying late with Olive, you go ahead I'll see you later"
Ned sighed, he was always wary when Olive and Chuck hung out together, he pushed forward a smile, "Okay. Don't stay too late"
He moved back to the kitchen, Olive was grating something which she quickly covered with a cloth. He wasn't in the mood to question her and be met with a line of questioning back to disguise the lie she was covering, so he quickly left out the back, grabbing a bag of trash to toss in the dumpster. Tossing it in the dumpster a voice cooed out from behind him, "Hello Pie Man"
Ned quickly spun in time to see a young blonde woman send a blue streak of lightning at him before he blacked out from the electricity reeking havoc on his veins.