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"A-a-annie? Did – did you just … kill a ghost?"
"George?"
George was growing increasingly nervous, "Yeah, Annie."
"Are you daft?"
George tried to stutter out a response, but it was Mitchell who answered. "No, George, she didn't kill a ghost. She just made it so that that kid couldn't be here anymore. Right, Annie?"
Annie looked particularly proud and was swaying slightly, like a little kid with a good secret to tell.
"Yup."
"And where did you happen to pick up that little trick? I don't believe it comes in the "Handbook for the Newly Dead"."
"And where the heck have you been," George had regained his voice, "while we've been dealing with Hurricane American Tourist?"
"I've been in London. More specifically the-"
Mitchell interrupted, "You went to the Tower didn't you?"
"Yup! I made it all the way; I guess I was super determined to get all the way there. Listen, guys, I had too. I know you might not get it. But I've been so worked up and frustrated with all that's happened in the last week or so I just had to get the answers for myself. I let myself be drug around like one of those little yippy dogs you put in purses while I was alive and I wasn't going to let it happen while I was dead, especially," she looked quickly to Mitchell and back again. "Especially, if I don't know how long I'm going to be here anymore, even if that meant learning something about you two that I wouldn't want to know.
And she was right… to an extent. There were a lot of people, err ghosts… ghost-people there that weren't happy with me, but it wasn't like what she said. At least not according to Catherine and well, I'm more apt to believe her than Anne with the whole head throwing thing-"
"Wait just a minute," George interrupted, yet again. "Catherine? Anne? Do you mean you met-"
"The rival Queens of good ol' 'enry the VIII? You betcha; really nice lady Catherine. Gave me a good spot of advice and showed me a few tricks."
"Like how to disappear a ghost?"
"Yes George like how to disappear a ghost. She told me that if I was haunting the place where I died I had a certain amount of power over it. I could control what went on and who hung around, especially other ghosts. I guess that's why Anne throws so many temper tantrums, doesn't like that she can't control the Tower – too many people have died there so it's become a kind of ghost commune. But anyways she said that if Juliene turned out to be too much of a bother I could just give the ol' heave ho. I guess the Tower Ghosts gave Juliene the boot at one point too. It's a pretty good trick."
"So," George looked concerned. "So, could it work on us. You know – could you keep us from here?"
Annie's face dropped and George gulped audibly and started to shake. At last she broke into a smile again. "Naw. I mean I could give you guys bloody hell, but no I can't do the same thing to you that I can to them so no worries."
"Worries? Who said we were ever worried?" George stammered. "Were we ever worried – I don't think we were ever-"
Annie put her hand out to stop him and he shivered at the reminder of his presence. "George it's okay. I'm back. Everything's going to be fine."
She almost regretted saying this; the look on Georges face was a mix of guarded elation and relief. Annie hoped she hadn't bit of more than she could chew.
"Right," he said with a smile. "Well if that's all said and done, I'm going to grab a broom – looks like another trip the shops is in order." He walked toward the cupboard mumbling something about buying plastic cups leaving Mitchell and Annie in the hall.
"Mitchell I just-"
George was back in a flash as Mitchell answered, "Yes?"
She smiled and fidgeted, "Oh – um – I'll take the kitchen.
A/N: Mitchell/Annie coming up next in the finally Chapter! Please Review!
