It had been a long time, and Lydia knew it. Such a long time, that she didn't even know if Beetlejuice would save her. She could hear the person following her, although she didn't know who it was, or what they wanted. All she knew was the gut feeling that something wasn't right.
As she walked, and listened to her stalker, she thought about what she would do once she called Beetlejuice out. She couldn't send him back if he did save her. That would just be wrong. But after how they had left things…it wasn't going to be easy to carry on a conversation with him.
The stalkers steps were speeding up, and Lydia braced herself for an attack. With her heart pumping twice as much blood as it should, and her mind screaming, she closed her eyes and thought of Beetlejuice. She could feel a hand making it's way to her shoulder, and in a fit of panic she screamed out the words…
"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!"
The hand on the back of her shoulder lifted, and a familiar voice whispered, "I thought you'd never call me out, babes."
Lydia turned around, and peered at B and her 'stalker'. She smiled. "I knew," she whispered, "I knew you'd save me."
"Course, babes! But now you owe me…"
Cliffy!