At first, he had panicked.

Glitch groaned and rolled his eyes. It was bad enough that he got hit by a car; now he was a ghost! What could he do to make everyone believe that he's just fine? Mo had already gone over his pain, and so had everyone else, even if they became less focused on dancing. It made Glitch even more furious. When he was just fine, they didn't care about him, and look at what happened once he got hurt!

Unhappily, Glitch thought about when he woke up again.

He woke up. Alone. On a dark street with car tracks everywhere. The moon glowed overhead, and Glitch felt dizzy. He rubbed his head, trying to expel the pain. "Ow..." he mumbled, unaware of the changes that had just occurred.

Disbelief ran through him when he looked at his hand. He could see his leather jacket sleeve, and his right hand, but it was transparent. Or translucent, to be precise. Glitch touched his hand. He poked himself again and again. He could still feel himself. "So why...?"

He stood up shakily, and when he gazed at himself up and down again he could see things that should have been blocked by his body. "What in the world...?"

When he walked, he felt... strange. He tried to jump, trying to make sure he was all right. Somehow, his body suspended itself in the air. "Heck?" He tried to float back down. Somehow, he could fly. And if that wasn't weird enough, he could go through things according to his own choice. He could lean on a tree and have one hand coming out of the trunk if he wanted to.

Another thing he realized was that, however fast he flew or however far he ran, he couldn't get tired. That was when he bumped into Angel. He was coming straight back from Glitch's home. "Poor chico," he muttered to himself. Glitch knew that it was him that Angel was referring to. "That car must have hit him hard, si, si." Glitch became confused. Car? What car? he thought. He ran up to the Lu$h dancer. "Hey, um, Angel? I'm right here."

Angel didn't reply.

Glitch waved his hands in front of the dancer. "Angel? Angel!" he hollered, yelling only inches away. The older dancer was still oblivious to his presence.

Bleakly, Glitch did a facepalm. He had gone crazy after that, but for some reason he was perfectly okay with his current situation by now. Even Mo had become happier after news came by that the 'annoying, frustrating prankster' would recover.

He was floating above the DCI Headquarters. There were dancers going down to a fierce dance-off. At the moment, Riptide and Lu$h were battling. Glitch groaned, complaining as loud as possible, though he knew no one could hear him. "Aw, man, how is this supposed to be fair?"

Bodie, head-on in battle, was locked in position next to Angel. Both were trying to take the other down. Aubrey and Emilia were both resting, waiting for their turn.

Glitch was so bored that he decided to spice things up Glitch-style. He floated into one of the control rooms, intending to hook up a hologram to freak everyone out. He would use a hologram of Dr. Tan, he decided, and maybe his robots, too. Maybe even Kerith and Jaryn... And he'd also add a mind-controlled Glitch! Yes, that's it. Luckily, the technology here was so sophisticated that Glitch could easily use it.

But as he typed in the inputs – with a very futuristic computer device indeed – that he needed, he heard footsteps approach. It was Rasa. That boring bossy-pants, Glitch thought ungraciously. He decided to stop typing and wait until Rasa came out. The ghost-prodigy lay casually against the high-backed chair that he was sitting in. He rolled his eyes.

"Glitch? What are you doing here?" asked an incredulous voice. At that, Glitch whipped around. Rasa had seen him. He had no idea how or why, but it was true. Rasa saw him, and that was that.

Rasa was standing there with his hands on his sides, and his mouth was gaping open. "I thought you were–" Rasa never got to finish his sentence. Glitch scooted. He ran behind the chair again, and plunged through the underground once he knew he was our of sight. He made a breakthrough, and he directed himself upwards, stopping when he reached ground level.

He was safe now, so he floated back down to the Headquarters, careful to make sure that Rasa didn't see him coming. He risked himself by peeking at Rasa, who was frantically deleting Glitch's prank-to-be. Fortunately for Glitch, he had only managed to make little process, so it was hard to tell that it was a prank that was intended. The sound of Rasa's fingernails hitting the transparent surface of the computer kept going on. Finger-swipes and typing wasn't so confusing to Glitch anymore, but he still leaned forward to watch despite knowing that he was scaring Rasa out of his skin.

Glitch carefully followed Rasa back to the dance floor. The DCI leader looked worried, and with good reason too. They made it to the floor, where Emilia and Aubrey were preparing to battle each other. A lot of dancers were there: Mo, in his DCI Agent outfit with the gray-and-silver hoodie and purple tie; Lima, styling her hair into a neat bun; Taye and Lil'T, talking to each other; even Kichi and Shinju. The Blue Ninja was admiring her hand blades while Shinju was sitting next to her, performing a ninja maneuver. Oblio was there too. His quiet nature and solitary purposes led him to isolation, but he didn't seem to mind at all as there was the faintest hint of a smile on his face and a lively glow in his hazelnut brown eyes.

Rasa freaked out. "Did... did anyone see Glitch any time before this?" he stammered.

"Glitch? He's at the hospital, knucklehead," Mo pointed out. By the tone of his voice, it was evident that be was obviously thinking that Rasa had gone haywire. There was also the slightest point of sadness that suggested that Mo still had a difficult time recovering from the earlier shock of hearing about Glitch's crash.

"No, no! I just saw him in the control room..." Rasa insisted. His hands were in an apologetic gesture, as if to say sorry to Mo for reminding him of such a recent dilemma. Even Aubrey and Emilia had stopped dancing, and everyone turned their attention to the once-reliable DCI leader.

"Why would he be at the control room? He's got a sprained leg, for goodness' sake!" Bodie joined in.

People started to continue the argument. Conversation swarmed around them, and Glitch could easily imagine being swamped up in the crowd. He shuddered briefly before he continued to listen as protests and queries were raised against a puzzled Rasa.

"He's wounded! How could he have made it here?"

"His room's on the third floor of a hospital miles away. Did he fly out or something?"

"Rasa, are you feeling okay?"

"How could an unconscious prankster get in here?"

Rasa shot a look at Mo. "Maybe someone's decided to take the role of a prankster and made a Glitch hologram just to pick on me?!"

Mo glared back. "As if! Like I'd know how to work the hell outta your machines!" The tension in the room rose to a burning level. Rasa carefully backed away.

Meanwhile, floating about just behind Rasa, a seemingly innocent Glitch was enjoying the show.

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