I made sure to get to the drivers seat before him. Whenever we used to drive together, he would always get there first, insisting that he, as the man, should be the one to take the lady around town.

Jeez. Guys from the nineteenth century…

Although I didn't really expect anything so chivalrous from him now. I mean, times move on. Much to my regret. In this case, anyway.

He finally got over to the passenger door, and climbed in, still looking rather confused. I just rolled my eyes, and pulled out of the parking lot, heading for the station. It took about five almost uncomfortable minutes to get there. I had a feeling that the reason I was so flushed wasn't just the heat.

I got out of the car, and walked up to the doors, pausing just before opening them. I couldn't hear any steps, but Jesse couldn't really have walked that fast. I mean, I'm pretty stressed. I was kind of stomping. I spun round, to see what was going on, and saw Jesse just staring. Staring into a corner. Wanting to know what was keeping him so fixated, I turned my head in the direction he was looking.

And gasped.

I walked over to the corner, from where a faint glow was being emitted. I saw, clear as every other person on the street, an old woman hunched over, shawl draped around her shoulders. The fact that she was old surprised me a bit. Normally ghosts came back in their prime. I guess she'd had a rough lot of younger years, or something.

"Annie?? Annie Rogers??" She turned her eyes to rest on my face. I was smiling, tentatively, and debating whether or not to raise my hand in a welcoming gesture. I decided against it. Probably a little too ET.

Her eyes widened a fraction, and her eyebrows raised minimally. She looked like she was about to speak, before firmly tightening her lips. I, in turn, opened my mouth, to speak, but before I could utter a word, she disappeared.

"Damnit!" I cursed out loud, and stomped my foot. I turned around, expecting to see Jesse laughing at my childish behaviour, but he was just staring at the spot where Annie had been moments before. He didn't even berate me for my lack of proper mediating skills. Deciding to ignore him, I walked through the doors of the building, and began to talk to the officers behind the desk. I didn't pay attention to Jesse, and decided I'd think about Annie later.

Right now, I had to get Brad out, without too much hassle. Wow, he was going to be so whiney.