Author's note: This is another story but this one takes place in the Roundworld. Erika is a character I own, the others belong to our beloved P-Terry Pratchett…

Chapter 1: A strange meeting

It was about eight o'clock in the Roundworld when Erika was returning home from work. She was a psychologist and obviously she was doing a good job since her client list was getting larger and larger.

After she had crossed a long road full of cars and one of them had tried to run her down ignoring a red light she noticed a man with weird clothes. He was tall, with blonde curls and he was waving his arms in front of people who were passing by him. They, however seemed to ignore him.

"He would make a good client" she thought and started walking again, his direction as her house was that way.

As she passed next to him the man got in front of her and said "Stop!"

Erika stopped and looked at him. "Why?"

"You mean, you can see me?" he asked.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be able to see you?"

"Nobody else can. It's so very tedious."

"Ok…"

"I am practically transparent to them. They can even walk through me if I stand in their way."

"It is obvious you have an inferiority complex. People usually feel they the others are better but it is usually untrue. Maybe you should do something to boost your self confidence."

"No, you don't understand. They literally walk through me. Look."

The man stood before a teen boy who was listening to music and the boy didn't see him. The strangest part was that the boy actually went through the black dressed man and continued walking.

Erika's jaw dropped. "I see" she said "would you, by any chance, have died at some point and forgot to mention?"

"I did die, in fact, but I died in the Discworld and I am pretty sure this is not Ankh-Morpork" he said.

"The Discworld? As in Terry Pratchett's books?" she asked him with a look on her face implying that no mater if he was dead or alive he was definitely insane.

"I don't know who that is but the Discworld is a real world, my world."

"And who are you?"

"My name is Te-ah-tim-eh. Jonathan Te-ah-tim-eh."

"You mean like around four o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Not again! I said Te-ah-tim-eh. Susan said the exact same thing."

"Susan?"

"You know, Death's granddaughter."

"Do I?"

The fact was that Erika did know who Susan was as her best friend Rania had told her about Terry Pratchett's books that took place in the Discworld and she herself had read a couple of them. But now she had to deal with a ghost claiming to be a fictional character.

"Why are you here then?" she asked him.

"I don't know. I just got here and nobody can see or hear me. It gets to your nerves after a while. But, wait a minute. You can see me. Why is that?"

Erika tried to think of an answer. "I have not even the slightest idea" she finally said.

"I know very well when people are lying and that's you now" he said.

"Ok. I am. The truth is I am a witch but I don't say it."

"Why?"

"Magic does not exist in this world. People stopped believing in it. It's all about maths and physics. And genes, mostly that. If someone has a special ability as for example telekinesis or pyrokinesis or magical abilities they put him in a lab and do tests to him and other horrible stuff."

"So witches can see ghosts here?"

"Yes."

"Maybe you can help me return to my world then."

"I can try. If we find your unfinished business and work through the identity thing you have, then I think things will take their way from that point."

"I know very well who I am and as for any unfinished business, it is Revenge. I know that. You have to send me back to finish them though."

"That's good Jonathan. But we'd better get to my house. People are staring at me talking to thin air and that's not good for my job. A crazy psychologist is not many people idea for a therapist."

Erika and Teatime walked to her house. He was thinking how different this world was but still he could point out some similarities. She on the other hand was thinking of her career. Her current client was a ghost! If her patients knew that they would certainly flee.

They got in the house. A black cat came to greet them.

"This is my house. It's not big. Living room, kitchen/dining room, bathroom, two bedrooms and a balcony. Oh, and this is Nina."

Teatime entered and wandered around the house not bothering to use doors. One good thing with being a ghost is that you can walk through walls.

"You can take the empty bedroom" Erika said "We will talk tomorrow. It's been a long day for me. Oh, and, no entering the bathroom and my bedroom without knocking or saying something. And another thing. Stay away from the wizard next door. He's quite crazy and he does weird experiments."

"Sounds like every wizard of the Unseen University" Teatime said.