Author's Note: Well, I don't have much to say other then I hope that you enjoy chapter 25, and that tomorrow's chapter will be the last one! Sorry about that! Anyways, onto chapter 25, since I left you guys on like a major cliffy! Enjoy and please review!

Jack's POV

"Dad . . . . ?"

"Hey, Jack." This can't be happening. My father is dead; Galen killed him. "I'm dreaming," I mutter to myself, walking across the room to my bed and flopping down on it, closing my eyes and willing the illusion of my father to go away; it would just upset me to have it there knowing that I could never really have him with me again. "Jack, open your eyes and get over here, buddy! Don't you want to see your father?"

Oh, why can't it just go away; why can't I wake up? I mean, I have to still be asleep on the shuttle, right? I must have dreamt that Kim woke me up, right? I open my eyes and tentatively stand up from my bed and walk closer to the window, looking at the translucent figure of my "father;" I could literally see through him to the window and watch as Kim's mom's car pulls away. "I'm dreaming," I say again, desperately trying to concentrate on waking up; it wasn't working.

"Jack, buddy, you're not dreaming; I'm really here, sort of. I mean, I'm not alive, but I'm still here," he says, smiling. I really want to believe him, but I find it hard to; if I was only dreaming, and I decided to believe him, it will just hurt so much when I wake up. "Jack, if you don't believe me, pinch yourself; you don't feel pain when you're dreaming."

I realize he is right, so I take my thumb and index finger of my right hand and pinch my left arm as hard as I can, expecting to feel nothing, but instead end up wincing slightly at the pain it causes; I'm awake. I just stare at my father, a man I haven't seen since I was six, in shock. Walking even closer to him, I reach my hand out to touch him, experimenting, and my hand goes right through him and goes numb. Startled, I pull it back, and the feeling goes back into it immediately. "It's really you . . . you're really here! Dad, how . . . ?" I ask, dumbfounded.

"Well, bud, it's actually pretty easy! You can get around great when you're dead, even without a body," he says, giving me a big smile. "Sorry I haven't been there for the past few weeks, Jack, but I had to let you and your friends do what you did on your own; I'm not really supposed to intervene in things like that, even though I wanted too. Trust me on that! Jack, you have no idea how proud I am of you, and how much I've missed you. Congrats on you and Kim, by the way!"

"Thanks, dad, and I've missed you too," I say, tears brimming my eyes and a smile crossing my face. "So, Jack, I think I'll pay a visit to your mom later, but what do you say we catch up on the last few years, first, buddy?" my father asks me. I smile bigger and nod; "I would love that."

Time Skip to Monday Morning

Kim's POV

I was a little worried about Jack; I hadn't heard from him since Saturday when I left his house. We were all supposed to meet up at the dojo on Sunday, but he had never showed up. No one would answer the phone at his house, but my mom wouldn't let me go over to check on them; she knew about everything that had happened and wanted me to give him and his mom time alone, so now I was just waiting by mine and his locker at school, hoping he would show up.

A minute later, I see him walk through the doors, looking exhausted but really happy. I run up to him and wrap him in a hug, then kiss him on the lips. "Jack, where have you been!? I was getting worried about you! We were all supposed to meet at the dojo yesterday, remember? No one would answer the phone at your house either!"

Jack looks confused. "Sorry, we never heard it ring; we were . . . busy," he says mysteriously, looking even more happy. "Well, you can't just leave it at 'we were busy,' Jack! What happened?"

Jack takes a deep breath, obviously trying to contain his excitement. He looks around to make sure nobody is eavesdropping, then whispers excitedly, "My father is at my house! I know, I know; he's supposed to be dead, which he is, but he's like a ghost or something! I haven't really clarified that yet, but Kim, he's there! We've just been kind of catching up on the last few years with my mom!"

I look at my happy boyfriend with concern; was he that tired where he thought that his father was there . . . as a ghost? I put my hand to his forehead, making sure he doesn't have a fever. Jack looks slightly ticked at this. "Kimmy, I'm not sick! He's really there! You don't believe me?" He sounds a little hurt that I doubt him.

"Well, Jack, you do look kind of tired . . ." I trail off, letting it sink in. I can see in his eyes the competitive part of him take over, the part of him that hates to be wrong, and he says, "Kim, I swear to you, I'm not lying! Come over to my house after school with the guys and you can meet him, and I can watch you can eat your words!" he says with a mischievous smile. Then he gives me a goodbye kiss on the cheek and rushes off in the direction of his first class so he won't be late. I just stare after him, seriously concerned for his mental health; I think what he needed was a full night's sleep.

The day went by really slowly. After several weeks off from school, it was really hard to get back into the routine, especially since I had absolutely no clue how to do half of the work we got assigned after being absent for so long. After what felt like an eternity, the final bell rang and I went to go meet up with the guys in the hallway, except for Jack who had already rushed out, excited to get home to his "father." He had told the guys about it during lunch, and they were just as concerned about him as I was.

So, the four of us quickly put all of our needed supplies for homework into our backpacks and hurried off to Jack's house as fast as we could. When we get there, we ring the doorbell and wait for a good minute or two before Mrs. Brewer opened the door. "Hi, kids! Are you here to see Jack? I think, um, that he might be busy at the moment with, um . . ." she stutters, but is cut off when Jack yells from upstairs, "It's okay, mom; let them up!" She looks slightly hesitant, but after a moment lets us into the house and sends us upstairs to Jack's room.

When we walk in, only Jack is there, sitting on his bed using his phone. He looks up at us when he realizes that we are there and smiles at us. "Hey, guys," he says, putting his phone down, getting up, and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "So, Jack, where's, umm, your father . . ." I ask, humoring him; I knew his father was never going to show up, but I hated seeing the hurt on his face when I doubted him before, so I play along for now. There's no harm in that, right? I mean, he'll be upset when he doesn't show, but then I can comfort him and things can go back to normal.

"Oh, when he heard that you guys didn't believe in him he wanted to make a big entrance; he'll be here," Jack says confidently with a smirk. "Sure he will, Jack," Eddie says sarcastically; Jack frowns. "You all still don't believe me, huh? You probably think I'm crazy. Well, you're about to be proved wrong."

I sigh. "Jack, listen, we're all concerned about you. Your father is dead, Jack, he's not going to-" I stop when I see something strange over by the window; the air looks like it is shimmering slightly, and the atmosphere in the room feels strange. Then, there is a huge booming noise and smoke fills the shimmering section room. Jerry, Eddie, Milton and I all scream, scared that it was some kind of explosion and that the house would collapse or something of the sort; Jack, on the other hand, stays completely calm other than the smile playing across his lips.

When the smoke clears, in its place is a man. He is not normal, though; I can see straight through him to the wall and window behind him! "Hey, dad! These are my friends Jerry, Eddie, Milton and Kim; Kim is also my girlfriend, but I told you that already."

"Hello! It's nice to officially meet you all! I'm Jack's father, as you probably guessed," the see-through man says, advancing towards us a little bit. The four of us just stare at him in shock while Jack laughs. "That'll teach you all to doubt my mental health; yeah, I knew about that by the way." I am the first one to recover a little and step forward towards Mr. Brewer. "Wait, so you . . . you're like . . . a ghost?" I question, dumbfounded.

"You got it," he says, looking completely okay with it. Jerry, being Jerry, comes forward and puts his hand right through Mr. Brewer's chest, then yelps and pulls it back. "Don't stick your hand through the dead guy," he warns. "It makes your hand numb. Not cool, yo!" We all laugh at him, even Mr. Brewer. "This is incredible!" Milton says, walking around Jack's father and inspecting him. "I never would have thought this was possible!"

"Yeah, well you can't tell; I don't want this all over the news," Jack warns, making sure Milton gets it. "Jack, I would never do that!" Milton protests. "Just making sure."

"Alright, now, I want to hear all about you guys! I've never met any of Jack's friends before, besides Dallas the ones from the spy camp! This is exciting!" Mr. Brewer says.

So, we spend the next few hours talking to a dead guy.

Author's Note: Is that a sucky ending to this chapter? I feel like it might be. Oh well! The last chapter will be up tomorrow! Please review, guys!