A/N: Proper chapter here.

Ursa woke up again to her cell phone alarm ringing in the morning. Reaching out, she swiped the screen to turn it off. She sat up, feeling drained and tired, as if she did not sleep at all. Maybe it was from being startled awake from last night, she thought. Strange, I'm sure I slept well afterwards. Shaking her head, she grabbed her day clothes, and opened her bedroom door.

Into an empty apartment.

Where did they go? Ursa wondered as she walked around her home looking for the wayward ghosts. She swore she talked to the three phantoms last night and treated them to baked goods. I wasn't dreaming or hallucinating last night, was I? She thought as she yawned. The box of muffins sat there on the counter, half-empty, whereas Ursa was sure she made a full box of them last night (minus the two that were eaten). So at least part of her dream was actually reality. The woman shook her head and went into the bathroom, deciding to deal with that later.

She was in the process of washing her face when she saw a strangely shaped, blurry green reflection in the mirror. She blinked several times in confusion, wondering if it was time to go see the optometrist. Ursa dried her face with a towel.

"You're awake." Came a deep rumble.

"Finally." Another disgruntled voice.

"Nice undergarments." Snicker. Ursa flushed red with embarrassment. She thought she heard the faint sound of an exasperated groan.

A warning growl, "Basi…"

"What? You were both staring as well!"

Realization clicked when Ursa put on her glasses and every detail became clear, "What the… Jesus Christ! Get out of the bathroom! Can't a woman have her privacy?!"

"What is that object on your face?"

Ursa blinked in confusion, "Oh? This?" She grabbed her glasses, "This is a pair of glasses, it allows me to see better."

"You do not need them at night?"

"What…?" her brain just shorted out, not remembering that she had her contacts in last night. Ursa threw up her hands, "Why am I even having this conversation right now? Will you guys just go and let me get ready in peace?" she pleaded.

The images dissolved and she was left to her own privacy. Somewhat.

"Hurry up then!" Geez Louise, can't have a moment's peace, people! Ursa thought as she muttered to herself, "How did I manage to summon the peanut gallery…? Could've been a nice relaxing day, but nooo…. I had to make those damn muffins last night. Stupid book. Stupid everything." She then called out to the door, "It won't kill you to wait. The bookstore isn't even open yet and you're already dead!"

Muffled grumbling was heard behind the door as Ursa finished up in the bathroom. She then opened the door to the three phantoms waiting expectantly.

Phariseer glared down at her, "Took you long enough."

Ursa sighed as she set the kettle to boil and make herself a cup of peppermint tea, "There isn't much I can do, Phariseer. The bookstore isn't open yet and I can't walk through walls. Maybe you can, but I doubt a book can go through a brick wall."

"Might I remind you that we do know magic." He replied.

She looked skeptical at this, "Are you sure that your magic works here the same way?"

Ursa grabbed her own book and handed it over to Phariseer, "Why don't we test it out here first? Just to make sure this works if you don't mind."

Phariseer took the book and tried to scatter its existence like he would do with anything he needed to store while in the Dead Kingdom. However, while the book disappeared, the weight of it was still solidly in his hand. He then phased through into her room noting with annoyance that the book fell out of his hand just as it hit the door.

"What happened to our powers?" he demanded. Ursa growled back defensively, "Don't look at me like that! I don't even know."

Judicator opened the ancient spellbook and looked over the spell that summoned them in detail again. He pointed out a certain section, saying, "This limits our powers in accordance to what the summoner desires. Since you summoned us accidentally at the time, our powers are limited to mere shadows of what they ought to be."

Basileus huffed, "That explains why I couldn't go beyond two abodes in either direction outside this place."

"You must grant our powers back to us." The judge stated. Ursa frowned at that.

"How am I to trust you three? How do I know that you won't turn your powers on me or cause chaos all around the moment your powers return?" she asked.

"You don't." Basileus responded.

"Uh… that's not a helpful answer."

Judicator put a hand on her shoulder, "It is understandable that you do not trust us, but you will need our power in order to provide the magical energy for the spell to return us to the Dead Kingdom."

"When you put it that way…" she trailed off, still somewhat unbelieving of what he just said. She let out a long breath and looked back at the judge of souls, "I will, but later." Phariseer was ready to object, but a glance from Judicator silenced him, allowing for Ursa to continue, "For now, one thing at a time. We'll see if we can get that book first. You're able to see through the books that are magically disguised, right"

"Yes."

"Good. I will need your help when we get there." By now her tea was cold, Ursa looked at it with slight disappointment before downing it quickly and grabbing her purse and jacket. A thought occurred to her as she put on her shoes, "Could humans normally hear or see you guys?"

"Not unless they are gifted with the Sight." Judicator answered.

"Okay. Let's keep it that way. The less commotion caused, the faster I can get you home."