Note: Sorry for the bumps in the plotline, faulty thinking on my part.

Victoria froze, biting her lip nervously. She chuckled. "Funny story." She stood, positioning herself firmly next to the only exit before speaking. "I was kind of going crazy, spirits and all, and one of them mentioned you. Simply my instinct, I repeated your name and Doc what's-his-name said something that I, of course, couldn't hear, then he left and I resolved not to answer any questions until the," Victoria took a breath, pausing. "Those guys," she made a gesture with her hand to the mass of spirits in the far corner of the room. "Quieted themselves, which they did when you entered. " She pointed at Melinda. "Cue, Miss Melinda Gordon."

Melinda stood there for a moment, blinking. "Okay." She spoke under her breath. Realizing how long she had spent, she checked her watch. 10:18. Crap, she was late for work!

"Late?" Victoria asked, and Melinda nodded in response. Victoria opened the door, following her out. "Let me guess, work, or a date?" Melinda laughed, walking hurriedly out of the building.

"Work and I walked." She sighed, cursing Jim for taking her car to work while his was in the body shop. She looked to her left, then to her right, it was several blocks either way. In a last-ditch attempt, she called Delia, hoping that she could come pick her up.

"I know a shortcut." Victoria spoke up. She pointed to a patch of empty land across the street. "It cuts about five minutes off of your trip. I've been to your shop a billion times before." That would explain why she looked familiar, Melinda thought. She closed her phone.

"Let's go." As she crossed the street, she was thankful she chose not to wear high heels. The small valley led straight to the square, and was, quite literally, nothing but bumps. She carefully made her way across the first hill, nearly tripping twice and cursing under her breath. After a moment, she noticed that the footsteps that had accompanied hers had faded out. "Um, Victoria?" She looked around, spotting the young woman at the top of a hill ahead of her. Melinda had to admit, she looked so peaceful, despite her wild red hair and old clothes. She made her way up the hill, looked out over the square, and remembered why she had fallen in love with Grandview.

"Sometimes I come here and just think, for hours and hours. It really is gorgeous.' Melinda nodded, closing her eyes as a light wind brushed against her face. "You should go." Victoria was careful not to touch Melinda, but turned to her. "I'll be here all day, maybe down at the coffee shop for lunch, but still here." She shrugged, and sat on the grass. "Feel free to stop by, my office doors are always open." Melinda laughed and headed into the square, feeling strangely refreshed.

Melinda closed her shop door early. She hadn't seen a single customer all day, and she felt she deserved the night off. Remembering the morning's events, she headed for the field adjacent to the square, figuring she could catch the sun set over the small hub of shops before she headed home.

After about five minutes, she was climbing up the same hill she had climbed earlier that day. When she reached the top, she was met by a surprise guest. Well, two, actually.

"Victoria, hi." She said, smiling. She nodded to the ghost next to her. "And…company." The ghost suddenly froze, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"You can see me?" She turned to Victoria, who was placed comfortably on the ground. "She can see me?" Victoria nodded.

"It's a gift." She leaned forward, patting the ground next to her. "Melinda. Come, sit, be content, it's a contagious feeling." Melinda noticed the happy expression on Victoria's face, and how it was strangely similar to a look of pain. "Before I forget, that's Caroline. Friend from…" She scrunched her face, deep in thought. "Somewhere. Bank robbery gone wrong. Refuses to go into the light on the grounds of-" She was cut off by Caroline.

"I don't want my un-biological sister's gift to go to waste. I shall see that she falls into the right hands." Victoria cackled.

"You are so cheesy!" Melinda chuckled. "Pardon my poor manners. How was your day, Miss Gordon?" For someone like her, she really does have good manners, Melinda thought to herself.

"Call me Melinda, it was okay, hardly no customers." She stared into the sunset, slightly in awe of its elegant beauty. "It really is fantastic out here, isn't it?" Victoria nodded, leaning back on her elbows.

"I come here and everything just…melts away." She checked her neon watch and sprang up. "I'd love to stay and chat, but if I don't get home in thirty seconds, I'm dead meat," She looked to her blonde friend. "No offense, Carrie." Caroline smiled.

"None taken, go." She watched for a moment, and turned to Melinda. "Look, she really needs someone to listen to her, she honestly thinks she is crazy, and you're just the person to keep her from putting herself in a dangerous situation." The ghost vanished, leaving Melinda with nothing but her thoughts and the setting sun.