Mellisia jumped and gave a little squeak at the sound. It sounded like glass, but she couldn't be sure. "Dear Lord! What was that?!?"she cried, standing up from her seat at the couch to go into the kitchen and investigate the noise. I've got to stop being so jumpy! It's just not possible that a ghost could be here! she thought to herself as she entered the shop.

Sure enough, tww or three plates lay on the floor, smashed into pieces. They were scattered around, and it would take a while to clean it up. "Great, just what I need." Melliaia muttered under her breath. "Is there a broom around" she asked Toby, who was now standing beside her.

"Yes, there is one in the broom cupboard. I'll go get it." he said, turning around and wandering off to a staircase.

Mellisia sighed again and put her hands on her hips. She walked over to the mess and started picking up some of the bigger pieces. She carelessly grabbed a smaller piece and it stuck in her finger, making it bleed a little. "Damn it!" she cursed under her breath. She shook her hand, trying to get the shard of glass out, when she heard a voice say, "Precious rubies..."

She swung around, thinking that Toby had come back, but he still wasn't there. Bugger, this house is making me go mad! First I'm seeing things, then day dreaming 'em, now hearing things? Dear God, I should have never come... she thought bitterly to herself.

"Found the brooms!" Toby announced, walking into the room. Noticing her jump, he said, "Sorry about that. I forgot you were a little jumpy today." he said, setting one of the brooms down to start cleaning up the mess.

Mellisia was not one to lose her temper. She had always kept her cool even in the hardest of situations. But going on almost no sleep, having been told the only family she had left besides Ella had been cruelly murdered, and (apparently) being tormented by a unhappy spirit, she lost it. "Jumpy! Jumpy am I? Well, you try having your parents killed! Having your Aunt killed! Not being able to sleep properly for weeks! Being tormented with dreams of your parents death, their screams ringing in you ears! Having a sister you will now need to take care of by yourself that is wining nearly all the time! AND having a boy who doesn't know how to approach people without screaming at the top of his lungs every bloody word he says!! So, don't go and accusing me of being 'jumpy', little boy!" she shouted at a surprised Toby.

"i-I'm sorry. I just" he stammered.

"You just what? You didn't know?" she interrupted.

"No! No I didn't know! And I'm sorry to hear about you little sob story, Miss, but let me tell you! My life hasn't been all roses and fun, either Try being beaten by a fake for most of your life! Being abused verbally and physically! Then, when one thing good happens in your life, a demon comes and takes it away! So, don't go thinking you are the only one in here with a tough life, Missy!" Toby shouted back, losing his temper as well. "And you can clean this bloody mess up yourself! I tried to help you, tried to be nice, but it looks like you are just a spoiled little brat who is too locked up in her own little world to even care about what goes on around her. Good day!" he finished, storming out of the room.

"Spoiled? You think I'm spoiled?" she shouted, running after him.

"Obviously! Just look at the way you are dressed! How you walk, even how you talk! You, ma'am, are spoiled. And you have no clue of the real hard life. Your life seems like a picnic on a beach compared to mine. So, when you learn to get off of your high-horse and see the world from my point of view, let. Me. Know." he snapped, walking off to a room she assumed was his and slamming the door in the process.

"How dare he judge me! Spoiled? He thinks I'm spoiled? God! he should be talking! High horse, pf ft." she grumbled, walking back to the shop. Realizing that the mess was still there, she sighed. "Well, this won't clean it's self up, now will it?" she said to herself, picking up the broom that Toby had threw on the floor in his little tantrum. Then again, she hadn't been much better. She did provoke it in the first place. But it wasn't like her to loose her temper in the first place. She didn't want to blame it on the house, but what other reason could there be? She never lost con troll like that, before this. She never had snapped at anyone! Even when it was close to her time, she never lost it. What is wrong with me? she thought silently as she cleaned the shop.

When she finally got the mess cleared up, she sat down at one of the booths. She drifted into a light sleep when she heard a voice say her name.

"Mell? Mell, you awake?" said a half-asleep Ella.

"Yeah, just really tired, love." she said, her eyes still closed "Didn't sleep much last night love. And a 'ad to get up early to prepare for Mrs. Bray to be coming." she said. Opening her eyes, she suddenly remembered that Mrs. Brooke was stopping by at 11. Cursing under her breath, she got up and said to Ella "Put some clothes on, dear. She'll be here soon.

She rushed down the hallway to Toby's door. She knew she had been wrong, and she needed to tell him about the guest that would be arriving soon. "Toby? You here?" She asked, knocking on the door. "I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have yelled like that. But, our nanny will be here soon, to check up on us. Please come out!" she said quickly.

The door opened slowly and a worried Toby stood there, a puzzled look on his face. "What? What do you mean?"

"There is no time. It's nearly 11, and Mrs. Bray will be here soon. Just follow my lead, and things will be okay. I'll explain later." She said, taking him by the arm and dragging him out to the shop.