I thought I was finally going to catch a break. I was finally safe and I was pretty far from Amity Park. I walked around the central park. I knew Amity was safe after all as the new ghost king many of them respected my wishes and those who didn't still promised me they would leave it alone because of all the trouble I'd been through. I continued walking when a burst of air left my mouth tinted gold, and I slammed into a tall man that wore jogging clothes and was talking on a phone.

"Sorry," I mumbled. He was slim, fit, and had salt-and-pepper hair. He looked up from his phone and mumbled back, "It's all fine." The weird thing was that there were things moving on his phone's antenna that reminded me of worms. I stood up and held my hand out for him to grab. The man didn't seem to notice them though so I figured it was just my imagination. Mainly I believed that because while I was in New York I've been seeing strange things.

For example a day ago as I was passing this building I thought I saw a man with one eye that was walking around with a giant black dog with red eyes. Maybe New York's air pollution was affecting me, or something. As I turned to leave I called out, "Have a good jog!" I walked out of the park to see two people and a person with goat legs and horns. They were talking in hushed voices, but I didn't care enough to listen in. Then as I was walking towards the city a wisp of air left my mouth tainted dark gray. I then heard growling behind me. Then goat boy looked my way and looked surprised.

I turned around to be greeted by a giant black dog with red eyes. This means I'm either completely delusional or I've been seeing things all week and haven't thought I was right. I'll go with the later. "Good boy," I commented. I reached my hands out carefully and gently. The dog stared at me curiously but at least it stopped growling. I took a step back.

Its red eyes were glued on me, as I pulled out a ball from my pocket that I had been using with Cujo. The dog barked happily as I tossed the ball from hand to hand. I threw the ball into the forest and watched as he chased after it. I leaned against a nearby tree as I waited for him to come back with the ball.

I then heard what sounded like a sword being drawn. "What are you?" a boy with black windblown hair and sea green eyes asked as he pointed a sword at me. A girl stood next to him, she had blonde hair and gray eyes. Goat boy seemed to be hiding behind the two. Then my ghost sense went off, but instead of its usual color it came out gold with red swirling about it.

"The better question is what are you and why is the other boy half goat?" I countered. The boy holding the sword stared at me surprised while the girl stared at me amused.

That was when the dog from earlier came back with the ball. He dropped the ball at my feet and then growled at the group. I stepped in front of him, "Sit!" I ordered. My eyes dared him not to follow through. He let out a small whimper and sat. "Good boy," I commented as I scratched under his ear and his tail wagged. "Are you lost or looking for something boy?" I asked the dog. He just tilted his head and then as if remembering something bounded into the forest dissolving into the shadows.

I picked up the ball, wiped off the slobber, and put it back in my pocket. Then I turned to the group who stared at me stunned. "So, is there a reason you're still here or can I go?" I asked. The goat boy walked up and spoke for the first time to me.

"You need to come with us," He stated. "Why?" I asked. Maybe I should leave these people. They could be after me like the GIW or even worse they could work for the GIW. I slid away from the tree and studied them. They were a team that had been fighting together for a while. Just like how Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and me used to be. That thought caused me to wince at the memory that smacked against my mental barrier that kept my past away from me.

The girl was studying me, which meant she was the one that usually came up with the plans. Jazz. The boy was still holding his sword, which meant he usually jumped into action, but would come up on top. Sam. Goat boy just stared at me hopefully. "Please," goat boy whimpered. Tucker.

I sighed. I really didn't want to fight them. It would bring to much attention to myself. "Fine," I replied while glaring at sword boy. The girl whistled a good New York whistle, which was a killer to my sensitive ears. "Warn me next time you are going to do that, please," I begged the girl who looked a little sheepish.