im so sorry it sucks. and im not looking for compliments. I just did this cause i wasbored..honestly. i dont even know where itsgoing..but its pretty interesting.

Father Dominic sat at his desk with his hands folding across his desk as if he were expecting us. There was something wrong. Don't get me wrong, I'm not psychic. It was an inner feeling.

"I'm afraid we have a problem." Jesse said holding out the seat in front of the desk for me to sit in. Was it going to take this long? I sat, and then he took up in the empty chair to my left.

"A problem? Is this what we discussed last night?"

Last night?

"You mean when-"

"I don't see how it could have happened. But I know it was him. He's trying to come back."

"EXCUSE ME!" it didn't really sound that loud.

"Yes Susannah?" Father Dom asked.

"Am I here just to be confused, or are one of you two going to clue me in?"

Jesse sighed and then looked at Father Dom.

"I'm not even sure how to explain it." Jesse admitted.

"Mr. Slater came to my office this morning, rather concerned about Jesse here. He claims that Hector De Silva is trying to come back and reclaim a life."

"Paul told you this…and you believed him?"

"Despite you're personal feelings against Mr. Slater, he does have a reputable mind when it comes with dealing with ghost."

"HAH!"

Jesse through one of those sideways glares that moved the grin from my face.

"What does it mean? If Hector comes back?"

"He cant. Because Jesse is Hector. Of course not his body, but his soul. In everything that Hector was, Jesse is."

"Okay, I'm confused."

"It means, that I'm occupying the body my Uncle would need to come back. Our souls match. Except, I don't understand how a part of the soul was able to stay. Shouldn't the whole soul leave when the body dies?"

"Usually. Unless it has unfinished business. But then the soul wouldn't be allowed to be born again and again."

"All or none?" I added.

Father D. nodded.

"Obviously, it doesn't work like that with this case. Hector did something to keep part of his soul here. Not all of it. Just a little bit, so he'd be able to do this later."

The room grew cold, and I clutched my heart.

"Susannah?"

I looked up to see Jesse sitting next to me, but it wasn't him I saw. Well it was, but he was glowing. And we were no longer in the principals office.

I looked up, and we were in a field.

"Jesse?"

He looked cautious for a minute. But then his smile grew from ear to ear.

"It is you. You don't know how long I've waited to see you again." he brought me closer and wrapped his arms around me tightly.

"What are you talking about. We're together right now."

I felt him shake his head in the negative.

"We haven't been together since that one day in your room."

"You've never been in my room Jesse." I brought my arms to his chest and I could feel his heart beating against my palm.

"There's a lot to explain, but he told me it might me dangerous for you like this."

"He?"

Out of nowhere, another Jesse came out of the field.

I tried to move out of Jesse's embrace, but he held me with tight arms.

"I'm not going to hurt you Susannah. Please don't be afraid.

"Who are you?" I looked into Jesse's eyes, and saw him. But there was something right this time. This was a different Jesse than the one I saw regularly. When I'd first met Jesse, despite the curious familiarity, I still didn't know him. This Jesse, the one whose arms I was currently in held me as if he knew me. As if he knew my soul. As if we had history.

It wasn't the Jesse who held me who answered.

"Our name is Hector De Silva. Of course. I only met you once, it was this Jesse whom you fell in love with. The Jesse you know is something of our great nephew."

"Wait I don't get it. You're old. He's young. How can there be three parts of a soul.

"This Jesse," Old Jesse gestured towards Younger Jesse "is my past. I am his future, or I would have been if he hadn't been murdered."

"If he was murdered, how are you old. Ghost don't grow old."

"You saved us. Though not by your choice. You did because you loved him." Again, he gestured towards Younger Jesse.

"That still doesn't explain how you are still a young ghost if you hadn't died when you supposedly died."

"You're tying yourself in an unnecessary knot Querida."
"Then explain it to me."

He pressed his lips to my forehead.

"In time I promise."

Old Jesse smiled.

"I promised something to someone once. I never knew that it would have this sort of effect. That it could be so powerful."

"Susannah."

Young Jesse looked up to see who had called.

"We're going to fix this Susannah." he whispered.

"Fix what?"

"Everything will be how it should be."

"Are you going to harm him. Uh. You?"

"This isn't about me. It's about you. Do you know how much danger your in? How much you need me?"

"How much I need you?"
"Don't take it the wrong way Querida. You've always been independent. But there were times when you could have died had it not been for me. I was able to stay with you these last two years to keep you from hurting yourself, or getting hurt by other ghosts."

"It was you in the cornfield, when my car stalled. When I met Jesse."

He nodded.

"SUSANNAH!"

"he's calling you. I'll see you soon." he kissed me this time. Softly at first, but then it grew heated, and the next thing I was looking into Jesse's eyes once more and we were back in the office.

see what i mean. it reeks of confusement...