Thomas awoke and slowly sat up. His head hurt as he did so. He reached up and touched his head and a sharp pain followed. He looked at his finger and groaned when he saw the blood.

"You alright," came that familiar voice. Thomas froze then looked up and locked eyes with Jimmy who was still sitting on Thomas's bed. Jimmy looked very concerned for Thomas.

"You...," Thomas began, "...no..no I...I'm going mad."

"No," Jimmy said.

"I'm actually going mad. I've gone mad!"

"Thomas. No," Jimmy said and got up, but as he did so did Thomas.

"You stay away from me," Thomas warned. Jimmy was hurt but stayed put.

"You...you're not here. You're dead."

"Thank you for the reminder," Jimmy bit.

They both remained quite for a short while, but Thomas could not stay still.

"I...I want you to leave," Thomas said with tears. He didn't want Jimmy too, but Jimmy was not here.

"Thomas," Jimmy said.

"Now, please. Just leave me. Why can't I move on? Now my mind is making see him. Why must the world be so cruel to me?"

Thomas had tears in his eyes but he refused to let them fall not infront of Jimmy...or who ever this was."

"Thomas, I'm right here. I'm real. I'm here."

Thomas shook his head then looked at him.

"No, Jimmy's dead. You can't be here. You're not here. Not really, just in my mind."

"Alright then," Jimmy said but instead of leaving he sat down next to Thomas who stiffened.

"I know I'm dead, but...yet here I am," Jimmy looked over at Thomas who dared a glance, "Touch me."

Thomas's eye's flew open and he looked at Jimmy.

"Wh...what?"

Jimmy held out his hand. Thomas stared at it for a while then slowly edged his hand over to Jimmy's. Thomas expected to feel warmth or perhaps cold skin, but instead, felt nothing. Literally nothing but air. No skin, no warmth. Thomas jerked his hand back at looked at Jimmy's sad face.

"When you fell I tried to wake you up but...my hand just went right through you," Jimmy said.

Thomas shook his head.

"But...wh...how?"

"I don't know," Jimmy replied in a sad voice, "Honestly I was hoping to wake up in my mum's arms with my dad there too you know, but instead I wake up in my room...only someone else was there. I tried waking him up but again my touch when through and I began to panic. No matter what I try to do...I can't leave Downton."

"So...so what you...you're ...cursed to haunt Downton," Thomas asked, still believeing this was in his mind.

"God I hope not," Jimmy said, "There has to be something. Some reason I'm still here or else where are all the other ghosts of servants?"

Thomas's eyebrows shot up.

"Ghosts," he repeated.

"Yes, ghosts," Jimmy said, "I'm one obviously."

Thomas shook his head.

"Thomas. I'm dead. How else can I be here if I'm six feet under?"

"I'm m-"

"No you are not bloody mad," Jimmy shouted and stood up. Thomas wanted to hush him but why try, no one was going to hear him.

"I'm here. I'm still here. I'm not supposed to be here Thomas. I used to make jokes about being a ghost and moving objects and tricking the women."

Thomas nodded his head in agreement as the memory rolled.

"But it's not as fun as I thought," Jimmy said, "It's terrifying...and lonely."

Thomas looked up at Jimmy who had wrapped his arms around himself.

"I never thought I'd miss the touch of others. Nor hearing Mr. Carson shouting at me. I can hear and see him but...its not at me. I miss the touch of the piano keys underneath my fingers and the cards."

Jimmy sat back down beside Thomas.

"But...then I come in here tonight...just for the hell of it. Maybe see if I can somehow contact you. I read a book once that sometimes the dead can leave messages either moving an object or writing on the wall but I can't even pick up a pen. Then you came in here and instincly I hid in the dark. I was afraid..."

"Afraid of what," Thomas asked.

"Afraid you most of all wouldn't see me. I hoped that maybe you could but I didn't want to dwell too much on it. That was until I sat down and you looked at me. Right at me," Jimmy smiled, "I was happy. I'm honestly not surprised you panicked. I'd be worried if you didn't."

Thomas smiled.

"How long," Thomas asked and Jimmy looked at him, "have you been here...like this?"

Jimmy looked away to think then shrugged his shoulders.

"A month maybe...if that," Jimmy replied, "I'm honestly not sure. When you have nothing to do nor can do, the days just drag. It feels like a year but I know it's not."

Thomas nodded.

"It's my day off tomorrow," he said, "I can run into the village and maybe get some books about...the supernatural and maybe find out what's going on."

Jimmy smiled at Thomas and nodded.

"Thank you," he said. Thomas nodded in response.

"I suppose I better let you get to bed then."

"Where will you go," Thomas asked as Jimmy stood up."

"Well I can't sleep so I just...walk," Jimmy replied, "I walk upstairs, downstairs, I can walk outside around the grounds but I can't get far."

"Why's that?"

"I don't know really. I take a step too far, suddenly everything goes black and cold then I wake up in my...or uhmm...I forget his name..."

Thomas thought for a moment.

"Kevin," he asked.

Jimmy snapped and smiled.

"Yes, Kevin's room."

Thomas mouthed an "O" then nodded.

"Will...will you come back here...in the morning?"

Jimmy smiled and nodded.

"Of course. Especially if you are the only one who can see me. I miss talking."

Thomas chuckled a bit. He wasn't surprised by that. Jimmy was a talker.

"Good night, Thomas."

"Good night...Jimmy."

Thomas took one glance at his clock then back at where Jimmy was supposed to be standing to find the area empty. Thomas blinked his eyes a couple times and shook his head. He took a deep breath then returned to undressing himself. As he got into his night clothes, Thomas's thoughts were on Jimmy. He questioned if Jimmy was really there but he would have to find out in the morning.