It came as a surprise to Spencer Wright when he didn't wake up as nicely as he had fallen asleep. That relaxing wave of tired that had brought the ghost to a deep sleep was gone; in fact, it had seemed to have been replaced by waves of fear instead. He turned in his spot that was currently floating above his young cousin, confused and scared without a reason as to why. He looked around worried, as he tried to search for any sources that brought with them this feeling. He forgot that he was even floating for a second, a small gasp leaving his mouth as he tried to regulate his patterns in the air. It took a lot of focus for him not to crash to the floor, but he managed.

He didn't think to look above or below himself even, until he heard a sound come from beneath him. In distraught, he realized where the sounds were coming from, and it wasn't too hard to find out right after where the waves of fear were originating as well.

Billy.

He had wondered if it had all just been a dream; his formally meeting and befriending of the boy, but when he seen him sleeping there, wrist bearing a familiar accessory, he couldn't help but be relieved even if he seemed to be currently tossing in his sleep. Was he having a bad dream?

Spencer floated to a spot next to him, the intensity of fear increasing as he was closer now. He was clearly still in dream land, he had noticed. His hair stuck up in all directions, most likely from the amount of motion he had made while asleep. His face was scrunched in distress, frowning as muffled words left his mouth, braces covered mouth forming a clear frown. He could only make out small pieces of sentences, but not enough to make sense of it. All in all, Spencer couldn't take seeing this and he resolved to waking him up through gentile shakes.

It turns out that was less than what it took. Just a poke would have probably been enough. With a startle, Billy woke up less than peacefully, nearly falling out of his bed if Spencer hadn't reacted quickly in catching him. As soon as he had stopped freaking out, Spencer had felt that fear slowly leave and get replaced with something more along the lines of confusion. Billy looked up at the ghost who was still holding him up, his eyes wide and bewildered. They stayed like that for a while.

"Bad dream?" Spencer asked, resolving to sit him up against the headboard. Billy reached up a hand to his head, pushing his hair out of his face and holding his head as if he had a migraine.

"Yeah...y-yeah I guess so," he replied awkwardly. He wasn't sure what else to say. Spencer didn't pester him though, as he felt that he didn't have the right to demand answers.

Instead, Spencer resolved to kindly ask, "Do you want to talk about it?", although it was in a shy tone when he had asked. Billy knew he was worried, but he didn't want to make him further by telling him what was on his mind.

"...Maybe later, s-sorry," came the reply. Billy turned to the nearby clock, anything to avoid facing Spencer. He didn't want him to see him when he was all weak like this. Now wasn't the time to spill all of his feelings. Spencer was an adult, he didn't need to stick around and listen to child fears.

As he looked he had noticed that it was almost time to get up for school anyways, so there would be no use in trying to get to sleep again. Although he had a passion for milking every last minute of sweet bed rest, Billy didn't see that as the best idea. What if that nightmare came back?

"That's okay," Spencer reassured, "Just remember that you could tell me anything though. It's a judgment free zone at Spencer's house...er, your house." Billy smiled at that, a chuckle leaving him as he went to go find a new pair of clothes to wear for the day.

The ghost was just thinking how he should just stop talking before he makes things awkward. Blame it on not being able to be heard by anyone else since yesterday. Maybe now just wasn't the time.


When Billy had finished getting ready, the pair had just been finishing a normal conversation. A normal one for a boy talking to a ghost anyway.

"So...you wear the same thing every day now?" Billy asked, suppressing a laugh when he noticed the annoyance written on Spencer's face. He had the patience of a saint, but the boy could tell that it was wearing out. This conversation had been going on for the last ten minutes now. Not that Billy was complaining.

"For the last time, I don't even know how to respond to that," he replied, crossing his arms, "I'm not even sure if these are clothes, they're like...part of my body or something!"

"That's weird dude," Billy chuckled, throwing his bag onto his shoulder. He began to walk towards the elevator, the ghost not far behind him.

"No it's not," Spencer said.

"It kinda is," Billy repeated again.

"Alright so it is," Spencer agreed reluctantly, "I'm a ghost, what do you expect?" The elevator door opened with a ding, as they both left together. Spencer wondered what was taking so long for him to reply, that is, until he had noticed that a certain person was now in the room as well. He imagined that Billy wouldn't exactly like having his mom notice his apparent one sided conversations with himself.

Billy turned to Spencer, wanting to talk, but not. "S'alright, I understand," Spencer replied, suddenly floating back casually, "I wouldn't want to look crazy either. You don't have to talk to me around people if you don't wanna."

Billy grinned sadly at him, "Thanks," he whispered, entering the kitchen.


It wasn't long until the pair were off to school for the day; this time both with someone else to talk to. Today would be different for the two; today they had a few tasks to accomplish. With a new threat arising for both of them, they would have to be extra careful of every action they made, every step they took.

Billy rode his bike with Spencer alongside him, bag draped on his shoulder with two very important objects inside. The first thing they would do; as soon as they got to school even, would be to find Lolo and Kleet and give them these two objects. If they were going to help with the whole Madison situation, they would at least have to see what was going on.

They couldn't help but feel cautious when they arrived at the destination, normal and semi-transparent eyes both now darted around, searching for any signs of the purple-haired menace. It was strange to even be in the clear this long, what with the amount of effort she had put into telling them how much trouble they were in.

The day was going well when they had come across Lolo rather early, her waiting at Billy's locker.

"Hey Lolo," Billy called, walking a bit more enthusiastically to get closer. As he stepped he slid off his bag, jamming his spare arm in to fish out the Spencer gear. "Where's Kleet?"

"Not here yet," she replied, looking down at his movements, "What'cha looking for? How's Spence doing?" Billy fished out the first familiar object he could get his hand around, which just so happened to be a watch.

"Around," he replied, pointing with a smile to a spot right next to him, "Put this on."

They noticed that she was a bit confused at that, but they didn't judge her. After all, it was still early in the morning so she probably wasn't at the pique of normal thinking right now. They seen her eyes light up when she realized what they were talking about, and turned to each other with looks of accomplishment.

"Is this-"

"Put it on already!" Billy was probably over-excited, but he didn't care. She happily slipped the watch onto her wrist, and to be expected (but still was surprising) Spencer was now in her sights. Wow, so he really had been there the whole time.

"Hey Lolo, what's up?" the ghost replied, offering a hand to her. She gladly took into a shake, uncaring that it was cold to the touch and just a little bit sticky.

"Not much," she happily said.

"Alright!" Billy exclaimed, wrapping his arms around the two in uncomfortable closeness, "One down, one more to go!" If Spencer had to ask, he would say that he was talking about still needing to locate Kleet.

"So what do you guys want to do while we wait for the big guy?" Lolo asked, as she was released by the arm of Billy. They were quiet for a while, until Spencer's face lit up when he had remembered something from yesterday.

"This guy is signing up for the talent show!" Spencer called, floating in an excited blur behind Billy, playfully he pointed to the now startled boy.

"You are?!" Lolo exclaimed. To say in the very least she was surprised. She didn't picture Billy as one to want to perform in front of large crowds.

"Oh, right," Billy said, remembering, "Yeah I guess I am. After all, I sorta made a promise to Spencer. Do you have any idea where the sign-up sheet is?" Lolo wasn't sure what 'a promise' might have entailed, but she didn't question it.

"Sure, I can take you there if you're serious about this," she said her words cautiously. It was silent for a minute, and Spencer wasn't sure if he would back out. Billy was looking at him again with that look, the one he wasn't sure about the meaning of.

"Lead on!" Billy suddenly called out enthusiastically.

Billy didn't break promises.