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CPOV

I stared at Simon, who was studying his brother.

"Is everything alright, bro?" he asked, eying Derek's hands on my shoulders.

I backed away from Derek, smiling. "It was a ghost."

"Oh," Simon said, returning my smile hesitantly. "Are you alright?"

I didn't answer, thinking of how the ghost could touch me. Liz had brushed my hand, but only brushed. This ghost was fully able to grab me. How?

Simon took my hand, slowly rubbing my knuckles with his thumb. "Are you alright?" he repeated.

"Oh, yeah. I-I'm fine." It scared me just to think about the ghost, and who's to say he wouldn't come back?

I wanted to discuss my fears with Simon, but for some reason I just didn't want to tell him about it. I knew he would just worry about me more. Maybe I should tell someone who never worries about me? I looked to Derek, who was scowling at the floor. As I was about to say something to him Simon squeezed my hand, getting my attention.

"Andrew said he had something to tell us in the living room."

Derek was already halfway down the stairs before I had gathered my bearings and followed, wondering what Andrew wanted to tell us.

"Well kids," Andrew said, glancing around at us.

Tori was sitting on a sofa, her legs crossed and fingers running through her hair.

"It looks like the Edison Group knows where this safe house is." Andrew said this with a voice full of pain.

"What are we going to do?" Tori asked, her eyes wide.

I was sure she just didn't want to see her mother again.

"How can that be possible?" Simon asked.

Andrew ducked his head. "Some of the people who stayed here informed me that this house was raided, and doesn't have its usual protection."

"We have to leave," Derek said, his face a blank mask, showing no emotion.

I wanted to complain, I mean we had just got to a warm, clean house, and now we had to leave? Instead I just nodded, agreeing.

"Where are we going to go?" Tori asked, her voice turning sour. I knew something bad was going to come out of her mouth. "If I have to travel with these people one more time I'll-"

Andrew held up a hand, silencing her. "I'm going to go and contact more people, hopefully meet with Jeremy, another friend, and find out where another safe house is."

We all sat in silence as Andrew strode out of the house, leaving us alone.

"What is he thinking? Leaving us here in an unprotected house?" Derek sounded furious. "I should have know this place was unguarded when that ghost attacked."

"Attacked? How?" Simon looked confused.

Derek glanced to me, his eyes unreadable.

"It just was bothering m-me, that's a-all," I started to stutter, lying didn't come easily to me.

"Well, I propose we pack," Derek continued. He didn't seem very confident in Andrew, and I didn't blame him. I was starting to doubt Andrew's ability myself.

Simon caught my hand, leading me up the stairs. As I went into my room to pack, I suspected he would do the same, but he followed me.

"Simon, we should be packing," I said, watching him shut my door.

He looked at me, then smiled. "I know, but you seem uneasy, like you want to talk about something."

Quite the opposite actually, I really didn't want to tell him. "No, I'm really fine."

Simon looked at me, moving closer. "So, who was the ghost, did he tell you?"

"No, he didn't get the chance I guess," I said idly, taking a sweater off the shelf and stuffing it into my backpack.

I turned, finding Simon inches away from me. My heart beat faster.

"Chloe," he said, taking my hands. "You know, I've always wanted you to tell me when things are wrong."

He put pressure on my hands, trying to comfort me.

"I know, but really nothings w-wrong," I said, smiling.

I thought again of the ghost, hoping it wouldn't come back. Just like before I yearned to tell Derek what had happened.

"Chloe…" Simon started, leaning forward, his forehead brushing mine.

There was a loud knock on the door, making me jump. Simon scowled, turning to watch the door swing open.

Derek was frowning at us, he had clearly heard everything said. I was glad nothing really had been said. I backed away from Simon, hoping he wouldn't really notice.

A hurt look crossed Simon's face, but he pushed it away and looked to Derek again.

"Andrew said he's going out."

"Was that all you had to say?" Simon snapped, uncharacteristically angry.

I was surprised, usually he didn't get angry at Derek.

Derek turned and left, but not before giving me a glance that said everything and nothing at the same time.