Invisi-Beej became a sort of spectre. The whole incident was upsetting, to everyone involved, and the fact that Beej had made himself invisible caused worry upon worry. No one knew where he was, or how he was, and everyone took to directing any questions or conversation topics to the room in general, in the hopes of tempting him out, or at least gaining a response. Well, almost everyone.

Gaston, who was being snubbed by everyone, continued to act in blind arrogance. He strutted, he sneered, he sprawled, and he generally annoyed everyone. Two days after Beej had disappeared, Yakko couldn't take any more.

"Hey, Gaston, do me a favour?" Yakko was sitting across the TV room from Gaston, who had taken up the majority of the couch and was laughing obnoxiously at the TV.

"What is it, you odd puppy-boy?"

"Shut the hell up; you're giving me a headache."

Gaston sneered.

"You should know how to speak to your elders and betters, boy."

"Oh, I do." Yakko folded his newspaper and set it down on the table, exchanging smirks with the board gamers. "You're just not one of them."

"Insolent child!" Gaston stood, looking outraged. "How dare you speak to me like that?"

"Quite easily." Yakko shrugged, reclining further in his chair, his casual pose somehow more challenging than if he'd attempted to fight. "It's not very difficult when you believe the person you're speaking to is a complete moron."

Gaston stepped towards Yakko, already raising his hand, before stopping himself. He looked over his shoulder, to where the nurses were watching them.

"I see." He nodded, glaring at Yakko. "You think that if you can provoke me to violence, I can be punished, to make up for my horrible crime of inciting the Ghost, is that it?"

Yakko merely smirked. Gaston ran a hand over his jaw, before slamming his fist onto the board gamer's table, making everyone flinch. He leant in close to Yakko's face, so much that their noses were almost touching. Yakko, not to be outdone, matched Gaston's scowl right down to the twitching eyebrow. Gaston spoke in a low growl

"You want to blame me for what that ghost did, fine. But all I said was that Lydia needed to know he was a real man, an independent man. It's nothing to do with me if he took that to mean that he should ignite half the lunch hall. All I did was point out that, if he didn't do something, they'd stay in this stagnant little rut forever. At no point did I promise him a happy ever after. Besides..." He stood up again, shooting one more sneering look at Yakko. "If what I hear is true, you're the one that undermined her authority and upset her."

"I..." Yakko leapt to his feet, before realising he didn't have much of a defence. Maybe Gaston was right. He had blurted out her secret. Maybe he had broken up the team. Gaston, knowing by Yakko's hesitation that he had won the argument, turned to leave. His exit, however, was ruined by his tripping over a black and white roller-skate that no one had noticed before. He hobbled off to the nurses, clutching his bleeding nose, not wanting to admit defeat. Yakko, smiling a little, picked up the roller-skate and set it down on the coffee table, sitting himself down on the couch.

"So you're still around. That's good to know. We were getting worried." The roller-skate didn't move, but Yakko knew the ghost was willing to listen; otherwise he would have just disappeared again. "I'm sorry, Beej. I yelled at you, and blurted out the one thing Lydia had promised me to keep secret. I..." He felt very awkward, partly because he was admitting the feelings he'd been sitting on for a week or so now, and partly because he was talking to a roller-skate. "I kinda feel responsible."

The roller-skate continued to say nothing.

"I shouldn't have intervened; it was none of my business. I'm sorry. If you want to hate me, if you want to be mad at me, then that's fine, but please stop worrying everyone with this silent act."

The roller-skate tumbled off of the table, and rolled under the couch. Yakko took that to mean the conversation was over. Sighing, he reclined on the couch, covering his eyes with his hands. The, he sat bolt upright as he heard a familiar, gravelly voice in his ear.

"You know, we can't have both of us pity-partying. Darkwing'll start getting jealous, know what I mean?"

Yakko looked around, but couldn't see the ghost anywhere.

"Just you and me, pal. I can be selective when I want to. Let's go for a walk."

Yakko nodded, before standing and leaving the ward. Beetlejuice wasn't strictly supposed to leave the ward, after the incident, but Yakko knew the ghost wouldn't do any harm.

"I don't hate you." The ghost sighed, as soon as they got into the corridor. "I don't like you. But you've got to be pretty sad about Lydia leaving too, right?"

"Well... sure." Yakko mumbled, trying to make it look like he wasn't talking to thin air. "She's my friend."

"Yeah..." The ghost sniffed. "Friend. Right." Yakko stopped, suddenly, and cast around the space, wishing he could look the ghost right in the eye.

"Beej... there's nothing going on with me and Lydia. Never has been, never will be."

"Seriously? If you ever hit puberty, we could call you a ladies' man. And you're saying you don't have a thing for Lyds?"

"No. I mean... I might have, when we first came here, but she's..." Yakko searched for the right words. "She's not really my type."

"So even if she asked you, you'd turn her down?"

"I think so, yeah." Yakko shrugged. "I mean, I'd be nice about it, but, eh... she just doesn't do it for me."

There was silence. Eventually, he heard Beej sigh.

"Little comfort, too late. Do you think she's ever coming back?"

Yakko shoved his hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped.

"I don't know, Beej. I barely know what I'm doing, these days."

The ghost fell silent again, as they continued walking. Or at least, Yakko presumed the ghost was still with him. After a while, he spoke again.

"Yakk, can I suggest something?"

"Sure."

"Your brother and sister are both intelligent, skilled 'Toons. Don't keep them here forever. If they want to go and get jobs, or have a life, don't stop them."

"Beej..."

"You shouldn't even be here. You know you could go out and do whatever you wanted, if you had the strength for it. Just, trust me on this one, bub. There's nothing worse than feeling like you've been stood in someone's way."

"Beetlejuice..." But, with a whisper and a sigh, Yakko had a feeling the ghost had left him. He sighed, shrugging his shoulders. Man, he hated it when Beej was right. Yakko checked his watch briefly, and realised that Doctor Grayne would still be in her office. He stood for a moment, weighing up his options. His tail flicked from side to side, the only part of him that betrayed his agitation. Within a moment, he had made up his mind. He spun around and walked back to the ward. Running over to the window, he looked down at Pinky and the Brain, who were running their daily security checks.

"Hey, Brain?"

"Ah... good day, Yakko. How can I help you?"

"I was wondering what you know about Toon Town's foster care legislature?"