A/N: And we are back with another chapter! Finally, Jane's identity is revealed! And now I have a special request for all of you readers. Drum roll please…*dadadadadadadadadadadada*…REVIEW! *drum symbol*

Jane's moment of pure horror had simmered to weary relief after logic kicked in.

Why am I freaking out? He's a ghost! It's not like the press is just going to sit down and listen to him tell them where I am. And even if he told James and Kat, I don't think they'd rat me out.

These thoughts had flashed through her mind in the span of three seconds, allowing her to heave a sigh and give him a defeated smile.

"So, you know who I am. For how long?"

Fatso grinned excitedly as she took his hand in a shake. Her muscles tensed at the cold but she just grit her teeth and bore it.

"I didn't really know at first. I was only suspicious until I finally got a clear view."

Jane raised an eyebrow at that.

"Wow, I didn't know I was that famous to be able to be spotted all the way out here in Maine," she said with a slight undertone of pride.

Fatso puffed his chest out and tried to retain his smugness but the words came out in an almost fan girl squeal.

"Well, who wouldn't? I mean, you're Jane Parkens! THE Jane Parkens! My all time favorite actress!"

"I'm guessing you're a fan," she replied with a small smile. It was surprising how much at ease she was with this ghost. The weariness of earlier had begun to run its course, leaving her body with every second she spent with him. At this rate they could actually become friends. Perhaps the plan would work after all.

"Are you kidding? I've seen every single one of your movies! I've followed you from the very beginning when you first starred in Darts and Devils!"

Jane's eyes widened in surprise. Was there really people who liked her so much they remember movies from when she was, what, three? Apparently.

"You remember that?"

"Of course!" He opened his mouth as to go on when the excitement was suddenly gone. Jane watched his face twist into confusion and wondered what he was thinking.

"So," he began while floating a bit lower and closer. "What are you doing here? Last I heard you were getting married."

Oh yeah, that.

She stiffened, and Fatso hoped bringing up the topic hadn't been too much of a risk. He almost thought she was going to lie as she seemed to think about choosing her words carefully. She surprised him with a slightly reluctant truth.

"I… sort of…stood him up. At the alter I mean."

She suddenly felt shy, her mask of calm slipping. Fatso knew she hated to be vulnerable, especially when she couldn't control the emotions showing on her face. He had always sensed she was never really herself when the tabloids wrote columns of how poised and elegant she was out at dinners and parties. But here, there was no press, no paparazzi to track her every movement. Maybe she could finally be herself.

"Yeah, he didn't seem like your type anyway," Fatso said dismissively and sounded almost like relief. Jane knew he didn't really know what her type was since she avoided talk shows like the plague, but was happy beyond belief that he thought that. Besides a few of her true friends, Fatso was the only one who hadn't said, "But he's such a good man, and well off too" or "You two will make beautiful babies. He's so handsome".

To Jane, he wasn't all that great. He was blond, for one, and was always styled just right. She preferred dark hair that looked good when messy. His body would have any girl swooning, toned abs and biceps. To her, that was all he was, just a slab of muscle. She liked a leaner build, with skin that wasn't stretched so tight it looked about to break. To everyone but her, he was a god. But no matter how pretty on the outside, the inside was polar opposite.

Fatso noticed the tension in the air had been reduced greatly. Jane had a look of pure happiness on her face, her stiff posture relaxing as she leaned back against the kitchen counter. This was good, this was very good. If he could get her to relax then maybe he'd be able to weasel some information out that was otherwise unknown to the public.

But not today.

"Thank you Fatso, I really appreciate you thinking that," Jane said, truly sincere as she turned back to finish the dishes.

They stood there in content silence for a moment before Jane's curiosity peaked.

"By the way, how did you know I would reply to that line?"

Fatso grinned.

"Well, it was about a year or two ago when I was floating around with my brothers. They're wasn't really much to do so we decided to just get out and around somewhere. We were passing by a school in Ohio when I just happened to look down at a soccer field."

Jane paused in her dishwashing.

"You were there when we were filming?"

"Yep, so I left my brothers for awhile. I don't even think they noticed. Anyway, I looked over the field real quick and was about to leave when I spotted you. So I decided to stay and watched the scene where the coach was putting your kid in the game."

They both smiled then, remembering.

"Yeah, I had a lot of trouble with that line. I don't know why though, it was the easiest one."

"It wasn't all your fault. The guy next to you kept cracking up every time you got it right. I stayed until it was perfect though. How many takes did you do? Seventeen?"

"Nineteen actually," Jane replied with a small laugh.

Jane finished with the dishes and Fatso pointed out where they should go. When all was done both decided it was time to hit the hay. Politely (which he would not do for anyone other then Jane) Fatso escorted her to her room. She silently thanked him but might as well have shouted. Fatso figured she was uneasy in the dark if her uneven breathing and unnecessary closeness to him was anything to go by.

He gave an inward chuckle after catching himself. This woman was making him revert back to old habits, and he wasn't sure if it was even such a bad thing. What he was in life was over now, but she made him remember the good old days.

Standing in her doorway Jane gave a content sigh.

"Fatso, you have no idea how much this means to me. Being able to talk to you I mean."

He nodded in understanding. She now had one less thing to look for over her shoulder, and he knew how wonderful that feeling was.

Morphing into a gentleman with suit and all, Fatso did a dramatic bow, sweeping the hat off his head as he bent. That got a small laugh from Jane and he took her hand.

"The pleasure was all mine I can assure you," he said with a British accent a few octaves higher than his normal voice and then kissed her hand.

Jane gave a quiet 'goodnight', and with a wink Fatso floated off.

He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

A/N: Phew! That's finally over with! You all now know who Jane is and why Fatso knows her. But now, here are some other things you might want to think about that have been mentioned throughout the story.

1: Who is this guy that Jane had thought about once or twice?

2: What is Jane's plan that involves the trio?

3: How does she know the McFadden Family?

4: Why does Jane have such a problem with food, and how will that fit in with the plot of the story?

5: WHEN WILL THE ROMANCE START BETWEEN HER AND STINKIE?

All these will be answered if you keep reading. So please…um…keep reading.