As the news of the death of Father Ed spread throughout the once silent halls, speak of murder and impending doom began circulation. The Pie-maker and the girl named Olive were in need of assistance in solving the case. They knew only one person who could handle the job.

"Alright people coming through, watch it sister." The private investigator moved through a sea of blue habits to get to his friends.

"Emerson! Thank God you're here." Olive smiled.

"No need to thank the big guy upstairs, you needed my services, and I came."

"Really..Cause I was thinking that maybe you came because you...missed me?" she grinned.

"No. There's a case, and you needed my help."

"Well I missed you." It didn't take the private investigator long to detect that what she stated was entirely too true.

"Fine, maybe I was a little concerned..."

"So in other words...you missed me?"

"Alright, alright that's enough. Anyway, there's more important things than my feelings. I here itty bitty's getting her own itty bitty soon enough. You won't here me say it again, but I'm happy for you. Congratulations."

Olive began to tear up, for it was the first time anyone had congratulated her for her impending motherhood."Thank you Emerson."

Both Olive and Emerson turned around to face the Pie maker as he approached them.

"Hey, guys. So after the medical examiner came to the same conclusion as Mother Superior, they moved the body. If we go in the chapel, we'll be able to...uhh...investigate more thoroughly." Ned said.

"Are we sure it wasn't the damned pig this time?"

"Hey! Pigby is innocent, and the first time wasn't really his fault anyway. Now, if you'll stop patronizing my pig, let's get to work." Olive walked forward, pushing her way through the crowd to get into the silent and empty chapel.

"Not to poke around in your business, but... have you to talked about...everything yet?"

They continued to walk towards the chapel while he answered Emerson's question.

"We were saving the longer conversations for the ride home, but Emerson I need to tell you something. It's really important."

As they entered the chapel and the door closed behind them, Olive appeared. She had been waiting for them to enter before moving any closer to the deceased.

"Should she be in here? I mean, when we...investigate?" Asked Emerson.

"That's actually what I needed to talk to you about." Ned said.

"She knows?" Emerson Asked

"Yes..and no...it's complicated." Ned continued on.

"What's complicated?" Olive asked.

"Olive, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"I need you to touch Father Ed."

The look of confusion on the private investigators face could've been seen for miles, but his curiosity dared him not to say a word.

"Ned...I...I can't."

"It's ok. trust me."

The three of them walked closer towards the alter, where the body lay waiting. Emerson continued to hold his tongue and watch. The Pie-maker and Olive approached the body. Olive hesitantly stuck out her hand to touch Father Ed's. She closed her eyes tightly and snapped her hand back.

"Ned...I'm scared." She pleaded

"Olive, I'm right here. It's ok."

She nodded and reached her hand out once more. She kept her eyes on Ned. Her shaking hand finally reached Father Ed's and she held on tightly to it. The second that contact was made, Father Ed opened his eyes and looked around in confusion. Emerson looked at the entire scene as if he had just seen a ghost.

"Sister Olive? What's going on here?"

Olive, who had been looking at Ned the whole time, was startled by father Ed speaking and she quickly removed her hand. As soon as she did the father went back to his lifeless state.

"She has the...the ..thingy too? Is anyone normal anymore. How...how..how?" Emerson stuttered, but The Pie-maker and Olive were too consumed by their own conversation to answer Emerson."

"Too? You mean?...Ned?"

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you...I was going to...on the way home, but then this whole thing happened"

"Wait, Emerson knows. And Chuck...she...this is what you were hiding. You didn't trust me...I knew you before Emerson...I loved you before you were with Chuck...and you didn't... I think I should go check on Pigby."

Olive ran off and out of the chapel.

"Are you gonna tell me what the hell is going on? Why can she...she...she can...she can do the thing." Emerson could not remember a time when he was so inarticulate, but the shock of the situation had left him at a loss for words.

"I don't know. We only learned about it yesterday, when Mother Superior died, she reached out to feel for a pulse. I think it has to do with..."

"The baby. Which means, your kid is gonna be as messed up as you."

"Hey! I'm not messed up"

Emerson simply stared at him with an implied meaning behind the look.

"mmmmhmmm"

"I'm not messed up...I'm gonna go talk to Olive, you watch over the Priest."

"Oh goody...dead guy duty."

"I'll be back, just make sure there are no...disturbances."

"Go on."

The Pie-maker ran off to find Olive. As soon as he opened the door, over a hundred nuns looked to the Pie-maker in anticipation of a statement that would put the case to rest. Unfortunately, no such statement would be made.

"Sorry, nothing yet. Has anyone seen Olive?"

"She went outside to feed the pig." shouted a random nun within the crowd.

"Thank you sister."

Ned made his way outside where Olive knelt in a patch of grass. Pigby eating out of her hand, she looked upset, but she did not acknowledge the Pie-maker's presence.

"Olive, can I explain?"

"Go ahead." She didn't look at him, but instead continued to pet Pigby.

"You have to understand, I've never told anyone about my...situation...never on purpose. With Emerson, he was in pursuit of a criminal when I inadvertently used my 'power' and he saw. We struck up a deal. It's a lot easier to solve murder cases when you can wake the victim up and ask who killed them. So I touch them once, ask questions, touch them again, and collect the reward."

"What aout Chuck?"

"Chuck was let in on the secret because..."

"Because you used it on her. She...tried to tell me. I figured it out, but I was missing a large piece of the puzzle. I just assumed she faked her death, but she really died?"

"On that cruise. She was murdered. When I woke her up, I couldn't bring myself to...touch her the second time."

"Why twice?"

"First touch life, second touch...death, for good."

"So that's why you two never touched?"

"Yes. In those sixty seconds I realized that I didn't care about the consequences, I was selfish. I don't regret my decision, but I should've let her go sooner than later."

"Consequences..."

"Sixty seconds...I only get sixty seconds until I have to touch the person again or else...someone else has to take their place."

"So someone else has to die? If you kept Chuck alive who..."

"The funeral director, but he was not a good person."

"Do you control who gets killed?"

"No. It's more of a random proximity thing."

"So a good person, who was close enough to you or Chuck, could have died in her place?"

"Yes, but they didn't. I wasn't really thinking, but it worked out in the end."

There was a long pause. The Pie-maker could see her processing the information, like one would when attempting to solve a complicated mathematical problem.

"Digby...I've never seen you actually touch...did you..?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

She paused again and stared off as if her mind had abandoned the rest of her.

"Olive?"

She finally looked into his eyes.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" She asked.

"I didn't think you'd understand, I was nervous...the less people who knew, the better."

"This is all very complicated. It's a liitle much, a lot much, and...and.." She babbled

She paused and looked at him as though studying his every feature.

"Are the rules the same for my...my..."

"I don't know, it seems different. Every time you break contact, the person goes back to being dead, that's not how it works for me. Since your ability is different than mine, I think its best if you don't use it too much. I only asked you to do it back there to be sure it was true...and to show Emerson. I think that should be the last time though. We just don't understand the 'rules' for you yet. I just think it's the safest way."

"I agree. Trust me I am not itching to touch any dead bodies...it''s all so..."

"Crazy?"

She nodded.

"Yeah...But maybe...if you saw the process and how it works...for me, you'd understand it a little more." he suggested.

"You want me, to come with you, when you..?"

"I just thought maybe..."

"No, no I'll come."

She pats Pigby on the head after he finished his food, and followed the Pie-maker back into the convent. The two gently push their way through the mass of sisters, who are patiently waiting and worrying. Once back in the chapel, Private investigator Emerson Cod greeted the pair with a look of sarcastic relief.

"Great, are you two done with your little chit-chat cause we got a case that needs solving and I don't have all damn day." Emerson stated dryly.

"Give me a break, I'm processing. how long did it take you to understand and accept Ned's ability?"

"It was a new way to make money, so not long. Now, can you wake up the padre so we can get on with it?"

The Pie-maker huffed and walked closer to the body. Looking down at his watch, he pressed a button to begin the sixty seconds. He reached out his hand and touched the Father's. The priest opened his eyes.

And the facts were these...