"I want everyone to know I'm ok, and I'm so sorry…" Jahil's voice echoed on the wind, through the darkness of the night.

Simone opened her eyes, brushing her long black hair from her face. It had started to become curly again, flowing down her back in waves. The youngest member of 'Take Three,' she left the now broken girl group and followed Angel (Jahil's nephew) back to the Dominica Republic. "Did you hear that?" Simone whispered as she laid resting in his arms.

Angel opened his eyes, looking out the window at the night sky. "No, Simone." He kissed her cheek. A cool breeze brushed through the room, hitting a set of old wooden wind chimes in a rhythmic fashion. It almost sounded like a marimba beat. "Go back to sleep, baby."

Portland, Oregon-

Cassandra opened her eyes. She had been sleeping in one of the research labs of the library's headquarters when she heard the unmistakable sound of Latin music. It was coming from the transport door. She checked the log book; there were no records of any supernatural events or people in need of her help. Examining the door itself, she noticed that the location program wasn't set to any particular coordinates, it simply glowed with an ethereal light.

Cassandra opened the door without hesitation. The young red-head and her team had been to hell and back, there was literally nothing that could frighten or even surprise her. The area appeared to be in the mountains of Peru. This was strange since the transport door usually connected directly to an existing door; a front gate, a bedroom closet, even a restroom. But this door just appeared, like a hole in the fabric of time and space.

A man was sitting on a rock, leaning forward as he played a vintage guitar.

"Hello?" she said softly. "I'm Cassandra."

The figure turned. The tall, Hispanic, man had the kind face of a father. But his eyes were filled with sadness. "I'm called Jahil. Or at least I was." The guitar vanished from his hands as he stood up to look out at the mountain range. "I think I'm dead."

"I never met anyone who died." She walked closer, her hand reaching for his. "I've met vampires and ice giants and…" Looking into his eyes she could feel herself blush. "That's not important."

Jahil smiled at her. "You're sweet. Are you an angel?" He shook his head, answering his own question. "This doesn't feel like heaven." In all honesty, when I passed away I feel like I left a lot of things unsaid. You know what I mean?"

"Like maybe you're stuck?" Cassandra asked. "You don't seem like a bad person."

Jahil chuckled. "You didn't know me."

"I'd like to." The words were so soft as they escaped her lips.

"To get to know me?" Jahil raised an eyebrow. Though out his life he had a difficult time trusting people and getting people to trust him. Perhaps this was some kind of a cosmic gift.

"Yeah," Cassandra shrugged. "It's kind of what my team does; we help people."

"Sure, I mean it's worth a shot. What do I have to do?"

Cassandra turned around. The glowing door was still present. "Are you able to walk through that door?"

"I'm willing to try."

She took Jahil's hand. His skin felt cold. But then he squeezed her hand, with nervous energy. He suddenly felt warm. Hand in hand they stepped through the door, to the shock of the rest of Cassandra's team.

"Where have you been?" asked a tall older man with white hair. Jenkins was their leader. An immortal knight he was usually the one manning the door and searching the news for any supernatural incidents that needed their attention.

"Peru?" Cassandra replied. "I'm not 100% sure. But, this is Jahil. Jahil this is Jenkins."

Jahil reached out to shake his hand but Jenkins just took a step back.

Cassandra turned to the other three members of her team who had all been uncomfortably awoken from sleep. "This is Eve, our combat leader."

The elegant supermodel blonde shook Jahil's hand. "You can call me Colonel Baird."

"Colonel?" Jahil bit his lip as his eyes glanced down her body.

"Yes, Colonel," Eve said as she wrenched his wrist.

Jahil flinched in pain. "Quite a grip you've got there."

"Eve... I mean Colonel Baird is our combat expert," Cassandra said sweetly. "Moving on, this is Jacob."

A rugged cowboy stepped forward. He raised his chin to try to look intimidating but at 5'10" it had little effect.

It was only then Cassandra noticed how tall Jahil was. 6'2" if she had to guess. "Jacob is our historian, the academic brains of the team."

Jahil held out his hand.

Jacob only nodded.

Cassandra shook her head. It was not uncommon for her team to be suspicious of strangers. "And finally we have Ezekiel, our superstar master thief."

Ezekiel shook Jahil's hand. "And social media expert. I know who you are."

All eyes turned to the young Asian-Australian thief. "You were one of the managers tangled up with all of that mess in Atlanta. the girl group 'Take three', the two male singers, 'Angel and Anthony.' And Angel was your nephew, right? Sorry, mate I was more of a fan of the girls. Whatever happened to the fourth one, Eva?"

Now Jahil looked nervous. "A lot happened. A lot happened with a lot of people. that's why I think I'm stuck here."

"In Portland?" Eve asked.

"No, mate, he's dead." Ezekiel pointed out. "If I remember the article, it was a gunshot wound to the kidney. You might have survived if you didn't have pre-existing damage from years of drug addiction."

"What article was this?" Jahil asked.

"You obituary."

"I figured, but where did you find it? Who wrote it?

"That's easy." Ezekiel took out his phone. "Let's see, it was posted to the front page of Midtown Sound news page, by Ayanna Floyd."

"Ayanna Floyd," Jahil muttered as he ran his fingers through his hair. "That's a surprise."

"Why is that?" Cassandra asked.

"We didn't leave things on the good terms."

"Maybe she's the key!" Cassandra said excitedly. "We need to find Ayanna Floyd! You need to speak to her, to make things right!"

Jenkins cleared his throat. "I hate to express the obvious. But our new friend will not be able to leave this room if he is, in fact, a ghost."

Cassandra touched Jahil's cheek. Her hand passed through. "I have an idea." Using her powers she scanned his form. She knew what he was, who he was. and with one kiss they became one.

"Atlanta." Cassandra's voice was a strange mix of male and female. "Set the door for Atlanta, Georgia."