Saturday came faster than anyone could expect.

Ghostly hadn't been looking forward to seeing his father once more, but Violet had pushed him to talk with him. She knew Ghostly wouldn't like it, but he needed to speak with him if he wanted the whole relationship cleared up. Blaine and Reagan showed up, along with Blaine's friend, Creek, with his girlfriend, Sasha. Ghostly had taken the time to get to know Creek a bit more while Violet chatted with Reagan and Sasha. One thing Creek noted was how Ghostly would be bitter whenever his father came up.

With the girls, Violet had told them how bitter Ghostly would become when his father was brought up, and told them not to mention Rajesh Alder until the two had spoken to see how Ghostly would act to his father's face. However, she didn't know what to expect with Ghostly's mother.

Reagan shifted awkwardly on her feet. "He's bitter with his father, and you could expect how that is going to go down." she said, narrowing her eyes. "I don't want to see fighting during a funeral but it looks like it will if Rajesh will say the wrong thing to his son, and judging by what you told us, he will do so."

"I don't think I ever heard a horrible relationship like that," Sasha explained, giving off a pale look. "I really hope Mr. Alder can get his act together, the last thing we need is a fight."

Violet nodded in agreement. "I know."

It took awhile before Rajesh showed up with his wife by his side, and Ghostly scowled before gazing away. Violet took a good look at her in-laws, and Reagan gaze towards them as well. Sasha bite her lip. Rajesh's face showed a serious-looking expression and Creek rolled his eyes. He didn't like those types of people but he stayed quiet.

Rajesh Alder held red hair, given to him by his mother, his eyes were a mocha brown like his son's. He wore an outfit fit for a business man. No coat over his white buttoned up shirt, a red tie laying on his shirt, tied to his collar. His black pants held no sign of animal fur. His black shoes weren't shiny but they were good. His wife looked more approachable than Rajesh did.

Rajesh's wife had brown hair, Ghostly's original hair color, with mossy green eyes. She wore a black dress, but held a white jacket over her shoulders, and her hair was brushed into straight. Ghostly gave a weak smile to his mother, and she walked over and kissed her son's forehead, whispering comforting words underneath her breath, and Creek watched as his heart tightened. His mother used to do such things to him when he was upset.

However, Rajesh didn't do a thing.

"My baby boy," Rajesh's wife whispered. "I'm so sorry, but she's in a better place, and she's with your grandfather now. Everything is okay with her. We're going to be strong for her."

"I know, mom," Ghostly said back. "I know." he took a moment. "Ah! Right, you need to meet someone!" He smiled before moving towards Violet, taking her hand and saying his sorries to the girls before taking her back to his mother. "This is Violet- my fiancée."

His mother's eyes widen a bit. "You're…? My baby's getting married!" She happily smiled before shaking Violet's hand. "It's wonderful to meet you, Violet. I'm Ava Alder."

"Nice to meet you," Violet said, shaking Ava's hand before her gaze turned towards Ava's husband, and her eyes narrowed. "Your husband looks...okay…"

Ava rolled her eyes and scowled at her husband. "Ah, yes. Rajesh isn't tone to show his emotions. He seems to think everything will be fine if he doesn't show anything. But I know he's feeling something. He doesn't wish to show it, and let's not get me started on how he decided on a funeral for Ruby when he didn't show up at Raphael's."

"You're kidding," Creek finally spoke up, and Ava turned towards him. "Sorry, I'm Creek Lambert. One of Ghostly's new friends. Blaine, his other friend, invited me with my girlfriend. I'm only showing support for Ghostly and your family. But...he didn't show up at his own father's funeral?"

Ava shook her head. "He didn't." She sighed heavily and Creek bite his lip. "He's a horrible father when it comes to Ghostly. I wish he was a bit more like Raphael in that sense because Rajesh's grandfather was...horrible."

"What?" Ghostly asked, turning to his mother.

"I wish I told you this sooner," Ava sighed heavily. "Raphael's father, Doug, wasn't a good man. He drank too much, and he was like Felix, someone he knew, more than you think. Your great-uncle, Jonas, had died of cancer as. But it wasn't Lung Cancer, but another form of cancer. Doug didn't think a father should be what his father was to him and became something else. Yet, of that, Raphael saw a way out of it, and swore to become a legend. He did."

Ghostly felt the wind blow. "So dad's...like great grandfather… in parenting."

"Yes," Ava nodded.

Creek gazed towards the head Alder and frowned. He thought of his own father when it came to similar parents. His father drank, much like Rajesh's grandfather did, and when he thought about it, he could almost see his own father in Rajesh's place. He closed his eyes and bite his lip before reopening them when he felt Sasha take his hand and he smiled heavily at her.

Blaine shared a look with Reagan before giving off an unsure smile when he thought about Rajesh and Reagan nodded in agreement.

A word couldn't escape anyone's mouths as the funeral then started up. It lasted nearly two hours or so.

**Thistles & Lies**

"Evie!" Eleanor shouted as she woke up from the files from her desk to see Walker standing over her. She breathed heavily before noting Paul standing at the door and gave him a weak smile and the Yeti waved back, her attention went towards Walker and she rose an eyebrow. "What's, uh, what's going on?"

"It's time," Walker said, placing his hands behind his back. "We're going into the Nightmare Realm, now, Agent Myers. We're getting Evelyn back, everything is set to go, Micheal Gray is here."

Eleanor stood up and adjusted her outfit before sighing heavily and following the two. Her heart was pounding heavily but she took notice of how Creek wasn't here at the moment, and thought nothing of it. She ran a hand through her hair before sighing.

This was it.

The big moment everyone wanted, and at the corner of her eye, she saw Brandi standing there with handcuffs placed on her hands and Eleanor sighed heavily before rubbing her temples. No one spoke for a good few moments before Creek showed up, breathing heavily from running.

"Sorry I'm late," Creek said. "I was at a funeral."

"Whose funeral?" Micheal asked, shaking a bit.

Creek gulped. "Ruby Alder's. But, we're about to get Evelyn Gray back, yeah? Let's focus on that for now, guys. Who's going in?"

"I will, along with Walker," Eleanor stepped up. "Paul is too. Some of my team, and Walker's." She said, pointing to the teams lined up. "Brandi is as well, so she may help us find Morcubus."

Creek looked at Brandi, and the girl scowled before gazing away and Creek nodded slowly before moving towards the portal that was causing the wind to blow faster around them. Micheal jumped to hug Myers and whispered a few words into her ear and Myers patted his arm before nodding away. She gazed towards Creek and closed her eyes before reopening them.

Micheal moved away to look into the reddish portal and sighed deeply before gazing at the team of agents. Myers placed a hand on her hip before smiling softly at him.

"We'll get her out," Eleanor promised. "You'll be the first one she sees when she's out. We promise, Mike."

Micheal shook his head. "You'll be the first one she sees." he said weakly, and Eleanor almost flushed. "I know it."

Walker cleared his throat. "Let's not waste any time." he replied. "Ian, make sure everything is running smoothly out here."

"Yes, Walker," Ian nodded.

The agents left into the portal in a hurry.

**Thistles & Lies**

"Can you stop acting like it's nothing!?"

Rajesh nearly jumped at the tone of his son's voice. Instead of going home like he wanted, Ava managed to convince him to stay at Ghostly's house. The house he grew up in and he didn't like it, but his wife frowned and told him she was staying either way and he sighed before joining them. Now, Ghostly was yelling at him.

"What is your problem?" Rajesh barked back. "I did nothing wrong to you! I showed up for my mother's funeral! You have nothing to hold against me."

"Oh, I don't?" Ghostly hissed, crossing his arms. "Let's see…" he said, running a list through his mind. "You didn't show up to grandpa's funeral, you 'forbidden' me from watching racing shows. You didn't tell me that grandma had cancer and I had to find out through my friends, you barely showed me that you were proud of me. You barely were there throughout my entire childhood! Always too busy with work or something else!" he shouted, and Rajesh took a step back. "Here's another thing I can hold against you, you didn't even tell me anything about your family! Grandma had to do so, and you wouldn't even tell me when I asked you when I was young and wanted a story before I went to bed. Some father you freaking were."

Rajesh held his breath before breathing softly out through his mouth. It sounded like a sigh, and mainly he sighed when someone didn't understand a thing. Ghostly rolled his eyes and crossed his arms and Rajesh gazed at his son with his usual look, and his son scowled deeply.

"I never said I didn't care and love you," Rajesh calmly said back. "I was busy with work, and other things. I barely had time for my family because I was making money the right way. Not racing for some. If you can't understand that, then I'm afraid you haven't had the time to know how Alders make money."

"It's always about the fucking money with you!" Ghostly hissed out. "Hey, does this sound familiar? 'I wish you weren't in my life!'?" Rajesh winced, and looked shocked of those words. "I guess they are, because they're the words you told grandfather...a week before that final race he took."

"...I wasn't thinking!" Rajesh exploded. "I didn't think those would've been the last words I told him before that heart attack! Okay!? I was upset at the time and lashed out at him! Just like the other times!"

Ghostly frowned, and crossed his arms. "Sure you were. You never showed up at his funeral, father. Grandma was heartbroken when you didn't show up! She almost wanted to disown you!" he lashed out. "She told me...right before she passed… she said a regret. She said she regretted telling you that she would've disowned you if you made another mistake for the family, and by not showing up at your own father's funeral was one of them! You made so many mistakes, father!"

Rajesh shook lightly before turning away from his son, mumbling curse words under his breath and Ghostly picked up on them. He scowled before moving towards the front door. Rajesh watched his son do so, and made his hands into fists. He wanted to speak, but held against doing so.

So he was just going to run away from this?

"Y'know," His son spoke up once more. "At one point, I thought you were going to change… change for the better of it, and show me you could be a good father...when I was damn well eight years old. Now, I see you're the same coldheart damn person as ever. You hold no guilt when it comes to things you messed up. Like your relationship with grandpa, and me."

When the door slammed shut, and it was just Rajesh standing in the house alone, the older man broke down and dropped to his knees. He cried his heart out. He cried because of his mother's death, his horrible relationship with his son, many other bad things that happened and...his father's death.

So many years of not feeling guilt broke down, and a wave of guilt after guilt hit him like he was being shot.

After a good few minutes, Rajesh spoke, his voice dry from crying.

"I'm sorry…"