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9

"I forgot how gross it smells in here," Dave said as we entered the building.

"Where do you think the toes would be?" Zach asked me.

"I don't know why I can't remember that." I replied frustrated.

"Don't worry about it." Zach told me. "I'm sure we'll figure it out."

"Alright," Dave said opening a bag. "Here is some equipment." He tossed us both flashlights, and small cans of salt. "Here's your gun, Zach." He said handing one to his brother and before I could even open my mouth he said, "No, Cru, you cannot have a gun."

"Oh come on," I said. "I used one with the zombies." I argued.

"That was one time." He said. "Just stick with Zach, while I go cover the east wing of the basement."

"Wait we can't separate!" I cried.

"Why not?" Zach wondered. "Is there something you remember?"

"Not exactly," I replied. "I just have a bad feeling about this."

"Who wouldn't?" Dave said. "Look, it'll only be for a little while, and if anything goes wrong, Zach can just call me on my phone, okay?"

"Okay." I said dubiously.

"Cool." He swung the bag over his shoulder, and saluted us with his flashlight. "See you later, kids."

"See what I mean?" Zach said turning to me after Dave disappeared down the stairwell. "Total older brother thing."

"So I'm guessing we are in the west wing of the basement?" I said ignoring his remark.

"Yep." He said, and I followed him down the stairs, as we took a right down the narrow hall.

A noise came from one of the rooms, causing me to drop my flashlight and immediately hang on to Zach.

"Oh my God, oh my God." I whimpered as I clutched his jacket.

"Are you okay?" He asked with a laugh.

"Something is going to eat me!" I cried.

"You'll be fine." Zach assured me. "You've got your salt."

I clutched the canister and picked up my flashlight still gripping Zach's jacket.

"I still have a very bad feeling about this." I told him.

"I'm right here." He said.

We turned in to one of those rooms that had the wall of jars with unknown contents. That's what triggered my memory. The toes were in one of the jars, in the very room that we were standing in. I could tell by one of the pictures of a blue vase and yellow flowers.

"It's in here." I told Zach.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yea, it's in one of the jars in this room."

"All of the rooms are identical. How can you tell it's this room?" Zach asked.

I pointed the flashlight at the picture I recognized from the episode.

"I can tell by that picture. One of you found it in this room."

"Just to be sure why don't you start checking the jars in this room, and I'll check the other rooms to see if the same picture isn't there." Zach said heading towards the door.

"No!" I cried. "It's this room I swear! Don't leave me! Please!"

"Look, you've got your salt, and your flashlight, and the ghosts can't even see you, remember?" Zach told me. "I'm in the room at the end of the hall, okay? You're going to be fine, I promise."

He left before I could protest any further. I took a deep breath and turned to the wall of jars. There were like a million, how was I supposed to find the right one? I hesitated before reaching for one. I wiped off the dust, hoping by doing that I would easily be able to identify the contents. All I saw was an opaque peachy liquid.

With the salt tucked in one armpit, I shoved the flashlight into my other one, positioning the light on the jar, and then unscrewed the top. I saw an obscure shape bobbing in the liquid. I moved the jar around, and realized I was looking at a human liver. I shrieked and drop the jar causing it, and it's contents to shatter.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dave's voice asked from behind.

Immediately I ran to him with my flashlight and salt in hand.

"It was a liver! A human liver!" I cried. "This guy was messed up."

"Yea, most head doctors are." Dave replied.

"What are you even doing here?" I asked, my voice still shaking from the sight of the organ.

"What are you talking about?" Dave wondered. "Zach just called me saying he was lost, or something."

I scowled.

"When?"

"Like two seconds ago. I swear to God, that kid has no navigational skills." Dave complained.

"No he didn't." I said.

We both suddenly heard something crash from down the hall.

"Where is he?" Dave asked as we walked out into the passageway.

"He said he was going to be in the room at the end of the hall." I told him.

I followed him down the corridor, but waited in the hall right outside the door while Dave checked the room. Dave turned to me from where a plate of tools fell over.

"He ain't in here." Dave said.

I shrugged.

"He said he would be in here." I told him. "Maybe he went to-"

I didn't end up finishing my sentence because all of a sudden something snatched me up from the ground and covered my mouth with their hand.

"Cru!" Dave called as I was carried away farther down the hall.

Oh my God, Dave was right, the ghosts could see me! But while I was kicking and screaming through the warm, course hand I glanced down, noticing the skin didn't look pale, and the clothes didn't look old. They looked like Zach's.

What was going on?

I was able to squeeze one of my arms out of his grip, and dug my nails into his hand deep enough for him to take it off my mouth and hold down my arm again.

"Zach!" I cried.

"Shut up," He barked, while Dave came running down the halls, chasing after.

I remembered. This was why we couldn't separate. The ghost of Dr. McArthur did some weird juju on Zach's head making him go crazy. It made him turn against Dave.

"Oh no." I whispered.

I made the mistake of starting to squirm; because I'm pretty sure Zach was about to set me down before I started to. Looking down at my feet, I could see they were a few feet about the ground.

"Why are you the size of an abnormally large gorilla, Zach?" I demanded to know.

He just grew fed up, and the moment Dave entered the room I had been taken to, Zach sort of just tossed me to the side. Ouch.

"What the hell, Zach?" Dave hollered.

Zach snatched the gun out of Dave's hand, catching him by surprise, and then suddenly punched him square in the jaw. He pointed the gun at Dave.

"Aw crap." Dave said. "That freaking shrink already got to you didn't he?"

"I can't let the either of you burn the rest of him." Zach said pointing the gun from me to Dave.

"Yes you can." Dave said.

"Why?" Zach wondered. "Because you told me to? Because I'm getting awfully tired of doing anything you tell me to."

"No because you've got a gun full of rock salt pointed at me." Dave said. "You can't kill me."

Without hesitation Zach pulled the trigger making me jump. Dave's immobile body was now at the other end of the room.

"Hurts though, don't it?" Zach said standing over Dave who was coughing profusely.

"For now, but once we find those damn toes, you'll be back to normal, Zach." Dave wheezed.

"This is the most normal I've ever been." Zach said. "I mean I'm finally speaking my mind. I'm finally telling the truth."

"What's that?" Dave asked.

"Well for one, I can't sand our invisible friend here." Zach said about me, without taking his eyes off of Dave. "Talk about slowing us down. And you. You just like to stand around telling everyone how they should be, blindly following a man we could hardly call our father."

"Zachie, stop." Dave said. "This isn't you."

"Yes it is." Zach replied pressing the gun against his brother's head.

The best part about people forgetting your presence is the ability to do things without being noticed. Every party I have ever been dragged to, I've easily been able to sneak out within thirty minutes of getting there without anyone knowing. So, right now, while Zach was ignoring me, I was able to stand up, and tip toe my way closer to him without him even noticing.

I sprinted towards him just in time for him to turn my way, get caught off guard with me jumping on him, and allowing Dave to wrench the gun from his hands. It was a little difficult for Dave to do anything else, because within that split second, Zach had me hanging by his neck for dear life, and was trying to get me off by swinging us around.

Finally he was able to grab a hold of me, slamming me to the ground. Dave saved the day by punching Zach, sending him down, and knocking him out cold by slamming his head against the tiled floors.

"You okay?" Dave asked me. I nodded although I didn't mean it. "Let's go and find the toes before Zach wakes up, and goes The Shining on my ass." He said helping me up.

I lead him to the room that I remembered the right jar was in. We frantically began searching through them, unscrewing each one only to find more organs.

Dave picked one up, and stopped.

"I think this is it." He said shaking it. "It's the only one with no liquid."

All of a sudden he was snatched up and thrown to the other side of the room. It was in fact, the ghost of Dr. Lester McArthur this time. He set his hands on Dave's head, a surge of electric sparks flowing from him.

"What do I do?" I cried.

"The jar!" Dave yelled unclenching his teeth.

I found that it luckily didn't shatter when Dave dropped it, and began unscrewing it. All five of his left toes were there. Without hesitation I poured salt in the jar, and turned to Dave for a light, but at this point he wasn't moving, and I assumed it was because he couldn't. I avoided the doctor and dug my hands into Dave's pockets, finding the metal light. I tried lighting it but the damn thing wouldn't work. I hated lighters.

Finally the flame started and I set a fire in the jar.

Fire now consumed Dr. McArthur and as he disappeared into the blaze, the room grew eerily still. Tired, I crawled right beside Dave, shaking him to get him up.

He looked kind of peaceful with his eyes closed, which made me a little reluctant to continue to wake him up. But I supposed everyone looked peaceful when their eyes were closed.

"Dave!" I shouted pushing him. "Wake up."

Slowly, his eyes began to open.

"I'm awake." He mumbled. He took a deep breath before helping himself up.

We could hardly carry ourselves into the room where we left Zach, who was just getting up himself.

"Can we get out of here yet?" He asked rubbing the spot on his head that violently met the ground.

"We were just on our way." Dave replied, still clutching the spot on his ribs where Zach shot.

We all trudged up the stairwell, our eagerness to get out of the building suppressed by our overwhelming physical pain.

"Sorry that took so long," I said to Dave.

"You did good, kid." He said resting his hand on my head.

I smiled.

"Thanks."

When we did finally make it to the car we kind of just sat there a little more than exhausted.

"You guys," Zach said. "I'm really sorry about what happened back there. I said some pretty terrible things about the both of you."

"You remember?" I asked.

He nodded.

"I wish I didn't." He told us. "I didn't mean a word of it."

"Really?" Dave asked a hint of doubt in his voice.

Zach seemed taken aback.

"Yea." He replied. "Do we need to talk about something?"

"God no." Dave said starting the car. "I'm definitely not in the mood for sharing."

"Alright, fine." Zach said. "Jerk."

"Bitch."

We drove out of the asylum and back to the motel, practically collapsing on the beds (and couch) when we got there.

"Do you need help pulling out the couch?" Zach asked groggily.

"It's okay," I said pulling the folded blanket over myself. "I'm too lazy anyway."

"If you say so." He replied, half asleep.

We all eventually dozed off, and I was sure the brothers were thankful for this rare occasion. While sleeping, I dreamt that I was back in my dorm, and that stupid daisy girl was telling me how irresponsible I was being, and how I needed to respect other people's preferences. Who died and made her queen anyway?

I knew it was a dream though, because she was bleeding from her nose, but didn't seem to mind or even notice at all. While she was spending her time yelling at me, I heard a weird tune ringing in my ears.

I woke up, and it was daytime and Zach and Dave were still sleeping. The phone on the middle nightstand was ringing.

"You guys?" I asked, covering my ears with the pillow to block out the sound. "Is someone going to get the phone?" I took off the useless pillow.

"Dave." Zach mumbled, and after no response he simply leaned over and picked the phone up himself. "Hello?" He greeted tiredly.

All of a sudden he sat up and just as he did I remembered this from the episode.

"Dad?"