After another morning of writing and some drawing, I start walking out of my room and the apartment. Suddenly, I see a ghost that resembles Gene.
"Whoa, are you dead or something?" I think, surprised at the sight.
"Unfortunately" the ghost replies, rolling his eyes.
"It's another magic spell, right?" I ask in writing.
Knowing that characters always regenerate or disappear completely when they die, it's almost clear to me that becoming a ghost isn't normal for most.
"I'm assuming so, yes." he answers.

I step out of Fix-it-Felix Jr. and start heading to Sugar Rush. While I'm still in the entrance, I find a strangely familiar sight. From a distance, I spot a certain helmeted, gray-skinned guy in a white and red outfit. I wonder whether I'm seeing things, but the character disappears, before I can find out for sure. Once again, I look around for friends to talk to. Today, Arfle's sitting on a bench next to the entrance of Sugar Rush, playing a slow tune on her guitar. I walk a bit closer to her, as I hear the tune, which is also a sad one. She doesn't falter as she plays it, not noticing me, since her eyes are closed. As she continues to strum, her eyes begin to water, and she begins crying. She probably didn't hear me walk up to her. Still near her, I think of walking away, since Arfle appears to be occupied right now. At the same time, though, I can see that she doesn't look very happy. She doesn't dare open her eyes, but she makes a movement with her head, possibly as if to tell me "You don't have to stay if you don't want to." Knowing what time it is now and not sure what else to do, I write a note that says "Well, if you need me, I'll be in Felix's game." Arfle sighs and stops the song.
"I'm scared, Irene." she says, "I'm so, so, so scared."
"Scared? Of what?" I write, amazed at how she manages to sense my presence with her eyes closed.
She opens her eyes to read what I wrote.
"My parents are dead. My brothers are missing. I'm scared of what happens to us next." she says.
"Oh my. So, are you left to take care of yourself now?" I write, worried.
Arfle nods, sniffling a bit.
"When my friends, from the Medium, aren't visiting, I have just myself." she replies.
"How did your parents die?" I ask in writing.
"They went shopping together one day, in a grocery market." she begins, her voice starting to crack, "Then, there was this mysterious meteor. It came from nowhere, and no one saw it coming. My brothers used to say that they died holding hands, but I don't know, because they weren't there to see it happen."
"In that case, how did you find out your parents died? And when did this death happen?" I ask in writing.
"Their death was a few days my meteor crashed." she says, "My brothers raised me, and I was three years old when they told me."
"So, you've never seen your parents?" I write.
At some point during our conversation, I hear another familiar voice.
"What's up?" the voice calls, just as Johnny walks over to us, "I was just on my way to Felix's game."
"Hey Johnny." I write, "I'll join you guys soon."
"Alright, I'll be over near the plug to Felix's game, come on you lot" Johnny says.
Following behind him are Rancis, Jubileena, a new figure, and Maria.
I nod in understanding and turn back to Arfle. The question apparently makes her choke, and she shakes her head.
"It wasn't until when Jenny finished with the ectobiology. She tried to take the best picture she could of the screen, while she could see my parents." she adds.
"Who's Jenny?" I write.
"She's a friend from the Medium" she answers quickly, "Our Maid of Rage."
"Okay. So, what are you going to do now?" I write, concerned about how Arfle plans to handle the situation.
"I don't know!" she almost yells, bringing her voice down, "I don't know. I'm absolutely scared, and I don't know what to do."

When Arfle leaves for the night, I join Johnny and the others towards Fix-it-Felix Jr. Johnny gets the others situated on the trolley, along with the main Surge, and waves when he sees me approaching. I wave back at them, as I get onto the trolley beside the blue security guard.
"The others are situated on, so I might as well get in" says Johnny, jumping into the train, "What's been happening?"
"Apparently, one of my friends, the girl I was talking to earlier, is in a difficult situation. Her parents are dead, and her brothers missing." I write.
"How did her parents die? Did they get killed outside of their game or something?" asks Johnny, "Either way, that's saddening to hear at the same time."
"According to her, they died in a meteor crash, probably outside their game. And yes, yes it is." I write.
"I feel sorry for her" says Johnny, "I just hope everything works out alright with her."
"You and me both." I write, my fingers now touching the blue security guard's gloved hand.
"Not much has been happening in your game; if anything, it's been plain" says Johnny, "Although I did finish editing the programming day skit and the skit where those two try to kick out Kevin."
"Okay. I've come up with a few ideas." I write.
"Really? What are your ideas?" asks Johnny, the train beginning to slowing down as it approaches Fix-it-Felix Jr.
I step off the train and write "Well, there's one in which one of us gets a fake job as a model, and another one of us gets jealous and runs away. In another idea, two of us start believing there's a ghost haunting us."
"Those sound like some good ideas; maybe we can film them while we're here" says Johnny, getting off the train.
"Great! So, who wants to play who for the model skit?" I write towards the others, as I lead them into the apartment.
"He can be the one who gets the model job" says Johnny, looking over towards Rancis, "He's got the skills."
I turn towards Rancis and nod in agreement. Seeing the new figure, I suddenly wonder who it is.
"Well, I'll be up for it, of course" says Rancis, holding hands with the figure between him and Maria.
"And how are you?" I write towards the blue security guard, when we reach my doorway.
"I've been doing fine, although I haven't really been that busy in Game Central, lately, so I thought I'd tag along with you guys" says the Surge as he walks into the room.
I smile and write "Well I've kind of missed you, although it hasn't been that long."
"Hopefully, I might be around more often whenever I get the chance" says the Surge.
"Maybe I can be the photographer in the model skit." I write, smiling in excitement.
"We'll be glad to have you in the skit; besides, you thought of the idea" says Johnny.
"True thing" says Rancis.
"True. So, who'd like to be one who gets jealous and runs away?" I write, giggling.
"Well, perhaps, either me or Surge could take on that role" says Johnny, "I'm sure we could include the Surge in somewhere."
Instantly, I'm intrigued at the idea, and I turn towards the blue security guard.
"Would you like to take on that role?" I ask in writing, looking at him in that checking-you-out kind of way.
"Of course I would; I'd be glad to appear" says the Surge Protector.
"Looks like we've found our guy, then" says Johnny.
"Well, that leaves us with the person who gets a can thrown at." I write, winking.
"I can take on that role" says Johnny, "And perhaps, we can put DeMenta in somewhere."
"Awesome! I can't wait to get started!" I write, grinning.
"We can get started now; I've got the camera" says Johnny, pulling the camera out from his sweater.
"I hope you won't mind borrowing some of my clothes for your role." I write towards the Surge, as the skit is about to begin.
Suddenly, I remember something and write "Oh yeah, I almost forgot about a role. There's also the 'model' whom the jealous one talks to..."
"I'm sure one of us can fit in for that role" says Johnny, "We'll find out when we get to that part."
I nod in understanding, waiting for the Surge's response to my statement.
"Sure, I can borrow some of your clothes, probably to make me look 'homeless' or something when my role expands" says the Surge, "Now, let's get filming, shall we?"
In response, I mentally beam in absolute joy and excitement. As soon as the main Surge agreed to take on the role of the jealous one in this skit, I just started imagining him wearing something more feminine, for some reason. On the outside, though, I try to cover up these feelings with a nervous laugh, stepping off-screen. The skit begins with Rancis opening a mailbox, enthusiastically pulling out some papers and reading something, and the Surge getting a phone call.
"Rancis, what's up bro?" he asks.
"Surge, I got accepted!" says Rancis on the phone, "Blazing Bodies Model Agency! Surge, I'm gonna be a model!"
I watch this, before going into my room to pick out the clothes for the blue security guard to borrow.
"Oh...that's cool, when are you going to start?" asks the Surge, pretending to be upset about it, but at the same time, happy for Rancis.
"Tomorrow!" says Rancis.
I poke my head out to see that and go back to picking out clothes.
"Man, I can't believe you're leaving today" says the Surge as he and Rancis sit down at a table.
"I know, man, it's gonna be awesome" says Rancis.
"Yeah" says the Surge, getting an idea, "I'll be back."
I settle on my black tank top with buttons, splotchy camouflage skirt, dark blue leggings, and hoodie, just in time for the Surge to walk over towards me and ask whether I got the outfit ready yet. I nod nervously, trembling, as I hold the clothes in my arms.
"These'll do perfect" says the Surge, taking off some of his own clothes, putting on the ones I've picked out, and walking back into the living room for filming again.
"Wow, you look...hot, there." I think, smiling in a goofy way.
The Surge sets a boombox on a table and plays some music on it, walking through the kitchen and thrusting his head up. The filament on his head blows somewhat.
"What are you doing?" asks Rancis.
"I'm just practicing for the catwalk, you know" says the Surge, "Want anything to drink?"
"Uh, can I get some water?" asks Rancis in a weirded-out kind of way.
I grin, trembling in excitement and nervousness. The Surge plays the boombox again and walks towards the counter, snatching a glass and turning the faucet on. He sets the glass down on the table and humorously pours water on Rancis' jacket. I give off a slight chuckle, still trembling.
"Oh my god, I'm loving this too much..." I think.
"So, you think you can refer me to Blazing Bodies?" asks the Surge.
"I don't know, man. I mean, I just got in. I don't know if I can make those kind of requests yet, you know" says Rancis.
"Fine" says the Surge, sitting down and pulling the boombox closer to him.
"Oh man, this is getting really good..." I think.
The Surge plays the boombox, which Rancis turns off.
"Bertram, you're just not cut out to be a model" he says, "I mean, look at you, man."
"I wanted to be a model my entire life, and you're just gonna take my dreams, and crush them, and take a dump on them, and light them on fire, and throw them out the window" says the Surge, "I hate you, Rancis Fluggerbutter!"
The blue security guard then runs off, pretending to cry. Just as I'm about to calm down from all this sensory overload, I end up chuckling and trembling. The Surge runs into my bedroom, slamming the door and continuing to pretend crying.
"Is everything alright in there?" asks Rancis.
"Yeah, everything's fine, except my world is falling apart!" says the Surge in a childish way, "Just leave! Leave and never come back!"
I laugh in a nervous way, as I watch. The Surge then runs out of the bedroom, but not before pulling a picture off of the wall and running towards the kitchen.
"He tried making dinner ayer por la noche, and he burnt the chicken" Maria says to her cell phone, as the Surge runs by, "Bertram, what are you doing?"
"I don't belong in this gaming world anymore" says the Surge, "I'm running away, and I'm never coming back!"
He then runs out the door.
"Oh, Dios mio, he's moving out" says Maria, "Si, I know, it's about time."
I didn't expect that anyone would call the Surge by his middle name, as he once said it was between him and me, but I guess some people have heard about it in passing. I try to relax by lying down; I can't stop grinning at how comical and rebellious the blue security guard is looking here. It's sensory overload for me. As the Surge runs out of the apartment, I try to watch the action outside, although I can't see much from the position my body is in. Knowing I'm involved in this skit too, I start preparing for my role by going over the lines and actions in my head. When I look through my window again, there's another laughable sight. Maria holds the camera as she takes pictures of Johnny and the Surge. When the the former of the photographed subjects refuses to give the latter anything, the security guard tosses an empty soup can at him, which gets a reaction. I chuckle, as I mentally review my lines. Filming is then stopped, as all my guests have to return home for the rest of the night.