Sadie watched as three ghosts of her friends and herself walked down a familiar street and sat down in the small Starbucks. "I'll be back," Dianna's ghost repeated the last words Sadie heard her friend say. Like a camera, Sadie followed Dianna back to the bathroom, where she immediately turned to look into the mirror hanging above the counter top. Another woman entered, and came up behind Dianna. At first, Sadie thought it was just another woman in the cafe checking her makeup, just as Dianna appeared to be. Sadie had even seen the woman when she walked in.

The mysterious woman clamped a hand over Dianna's mouth, and her eyes widened in shock. "If I remove my hand, will you scream?" she asked in a low voice.

Dianna shook her head, and the woman did as she said she would. "Mom?"

"Hello, honey," the woman jammed a wig on Dianna's head, then a hat over the top.

"What are you doing here?"

"Getting you out of here," Dianna's mother started to put blue contacts over her dark pupils. "Your uncle Michel is planning on taking out that Kane girl and the Camerons on Monday morning."

"What!" Dianna yelped. "We have to warn them!"

"Shh! Come on," Dianna's mother dragged her out the door.

"Do I get any say in this?" Dianna sighed.

"Absolutely none," none of the three ghosts looked up as Dianna and her mother hurried past. Her mother barely allowed Dianna to spare them a glance.

"Sadie… Sadie…. SADIE!" a voice called, slowly rousing the girl.

"W-what?"

"You were screaming in your sleep," Eraka and Izadora stood over her, concerned looks etched on their faces.

"I need to talk to Aunt Rachel."

"We have no choice," Rachel sighed. "We'll have to send the students away."

"Not necessarily," Abby protested. "We can keep them here and the four of us just leave. It'd be a ton easier."

"No," Cammie protested. "They'd notice something was up if we left and might keep the school hostage until we come back."

"That's something we may have to risk," said Rachel, pulling out a file from a secret compartment of the bottom drawer of her desk. "When Sadie first dreamt about Desjardins and his wanting to exterminate anyone who is part of the Blood of the Pharaohs, I made these."

She handed one to each of them, and each read over their alias.

"Well, I have always wanted to be blonde," Cammie shrugged. Sadie guessed that it was her way of agreeing to all of this.

"No," she muttered. "He needs to be stopped," Sadie rose her voice a bit. "I'm staying. If we can get Bast, Carter, Amos, and the trainees up here in time, we could do it! I know it!"

"Well…"

A/N: I'm so sorry, but I've had writer's block on a part of this chapter that I wanted to write but couldn't, so gave up on it, and, with ski practice twice a week, and play and choir practice at least once a week, I'm spread just a little thin. Plus, I somehow managed to lose all of my notes for this story, so I'm going off of memory and a new plan I've devised… for the most part. I remember what I want to happen, but I don't remember how I was going to have it play out, and, because this is the last I have written for the moment, It'll be a while before another update.

I only leave that ending because a second ending just occurred to me. So, what do you want, the four of them leaving or Sadie calling Amos and telling him to get their butts up there? I need to know!