AN Hey everyone. Another update.

Chapter 3

"If you will look up there, Gus,"Shawn whispered."You will see a corroded battery dripping from the projector. This is pobably how the ghosts came into existence."

*Flashback*

"There was this weird substance on the floor."

*End Flashback.*

"See, Gus, if I hadn't talked to that woman outside, I wouldn't know about this."

Gus rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, Shawn. Let's tell Jules and Lassie."

"No! If we do, then they will have have the case solved, too. We're keeping this case to ourself."

"Ourselves,"Gus corrected.

"Seriously, Gus. Is this a phase? Are you going to criticize me after everything I do?"

Gus began walking away.

"Gus!"

"Suck it, Shawn."

Lassiter came in grasping his gun, with an urge to shoot it.

"You and that man are like children,"he said, peering at Shawn over his dark glasses.

"Yeah, well, why don't you go suck it?"

"What did you say, Spencer?"

Lassiter's voice got edgy.

"I said go suck it. Oh, and, while you're at it, I need some money, so I was wondering if you could get some from your ex-wife for me."

Carlton aimed the gun. BANG! Shawn ducked, as the bullet made a dent in the train wall behind him.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,"he muttered.

* * *

"Yes. I am conducter Sam Sterling and this is my maestro. ABC 123 you and me."

The train manager stared at Shawn, a weirded out expression on, shaking his head.

"This is a job for a train, not music teachers for Jackson Five or Michael Jackson, who has died."

Shawn looked away, thinking for a moment.

"Oh, I thought that was a rumor started by the press so Michael could retire to Hawaii. Once I get enough money, I'm gonna check... One day."

"Listen, fellas, are you serious about this job?"

Shawn stared at him.

"No."

"Shawn!"

"Quiet ABC!"

He pressed his fingers together.

"Listen, I am Shawn Spencer. I'm a psychic. I need to check your train log so I can see who was on the train during the murder."

The manager raised an eyebrow.

"Well, if you're pyschic you should know."

Shawn put his hand to his head, while Gus sighed, exasperated.

"Oooooooh. The spirit world is calling. Mrs. White killed Mr. Peacock, with the rope in the kitchen. Rebby Becka. Rebecca! Rebecca White got on at step 2 and you were running behind so it was 2:30 instead of 2."

"Wow! Sure you can look at the log. It would probably save time for the spirits."

Shawn smiled and looked over at Gus.

"Well, 123 look at me."

"Shut it, Shawn."
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