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Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Feeling

Dawn noticed how quiet Paul was that night when he returned to the house. After losing him in the village, Dawn had persuaded Ash to continue his tour rather than going to look for Paul. She figured he needed some alone time after seeing his father's statue. He'd disappeared shortly after finishing his dinner, well leaving half of it. Dawn decided it was time for her to look for him.

She walked up the stairs to the first floor. Where would he be? She pondered this for a few moments until she heard music blaring out from one of the rooms. She followed the music until she reached the library. Typical, Paul was in the library, she thought as she opened the door. She found Paul climbing a ladder that was up against a bookcase.

"Paul?" Dawn asked, glancing at a CD player near to the door. Ash had put it there some time back so that Vi and him could listen to music while they were doing their homework. The music was loud and weird, nothing like the music she knew. There was a heavy drum beat and loud guitars.

Paul glanced down at her.

"Are you alright?" he asked her.

"I should ask you that," she replied, "You've been so quiet since you got home."

"It's just stuff," Paul explained, "You know the emotional crap that my family did well to stamp out of me when I was young."

"Paul," Dawn scolded at the use of bad language. Her features softened as Paul climbed down the ladder. She could see he was saddened by something. "You can talk to me, you know."

"I know," Paul said. There was a grateful tone in his voice which made Dawn smile. She walked over to him. "But since when have I ever been open with my emotions?"

"That's true," Dawn admitted, "But I'm here. So remember that."

Paul nodded. He stepped towards Dawn and pulled her into a hug. Dawn hugged him tightly. They stood in each others embrace for a few minutes until they heard someone coming. Dawn pulled away from Paul, blushing like mad.

"You know this is terrible," Rusty mumbled as he trotted into the room. He looked sort of annoyed as he stumbled over the rug of the library. "Four paws. Why can't I use them?"

"You're not used to it," Paul assured the dog, "You're used to being a ghost dog, not a real dog."

Rusty looked up at Dawn and Paul. He sat down staring upwards with a look of sorrow in his eyes. Dawn walked over to the pooch and gave him a pet. The dog didn't seem to find any comfort in this though.

"Paul, Dawn," Rusty said seriously, "I have something I must tell you."

"What is it?" Dawn asked kindly. She smiled at the dog to show she was listening. Rusty opened his mouth to speak but Drew barged in the room. The green haired boy paused at Paul and Dawn shot him a glare.

"Sorry," Drew said. He looked down at the dog. "I would apologise for interrupting something but if the dog's involved I don't think I want to know."

"Rusty was going to tell up something," Dawn told Drew. The dog barked loudly and ran out of the room. Drew watched the dog run out of the room with a confused look on his face.

"So," Drew said with a long 'o' sound, "What is the plan?"

"What do you mean?" Paul asked.

"Well, being alive is fun and all but we're dead," Drew replied, digging his hands into his pockets, "I rather liked the whole not needing to eat, sleep, drink or pee thing."

"Breathing's a pain too," Dawn added. The two ghosts looked at each other before they looked at Paul. Paul stared back at them. He jumped backwards.

"What do you expect me to do about it?" Paul asked quickly. He paused and titled his head to the side. "How strange."

"What's strange?" Drew asked.

"I have no idea what to do," Paul replied shrugging. He thought hard for a moment, putting his hand on his chin. He suddenly stood up straight and looked round. "It's like everything has escaped me."

"Wait one moment," Drew said finally, "We're not ghosts any more."

"Really?" Paul asked sarcastically, "I hadn't noticed."

"But if we're not ghosts then we're not… what did you say ghosts were?" Drew asked. Paul shrugged.

"Spiritual, physical and emotional representations of a person," Dawn replied finally as if she was straining her mind to remember.

"So if we're not ghosts any more," Drew said.

"Then we're no longer representations," Paul finished, "We are exactly how we used to be… Oh no."

"Oh no, what?" Drew asked. Dawn looked worriedly at Paul.

"This is very bad," Paul said slowly, "You're going to have to put up with me as a typical upper class, snobbish human boy for a while. I used to be a pain."

"Same here," Drew replied, "I also have a craving for jam tarts."

"There's some in the cupboard," Dawn said, "I'll go and get them for you."

She took a few paces towards the door when she stopped. She turned round and glared at Paul.

"I see what you mean," she muttered grumpily, "I'm turning back into a maid. I feel the need to clean!"

"Calm down," Paul said, calmly, "There's only one thing I can think to do."

"And that is?" Drew asked.

"ASH!" Paul yelled at the top of his voice. Paul folded his arms as he waited for Ash to come to him.

"Erm… Why don't you go to him?" Drew suggested. Paul looked at Drew as if he was an alien for a second before the suggestion sunk in.

"I hate this," Paul snapped as he stormed out of the room. Dawn hurried after Paul with Drew not so far behind him.

So the ghosts are becoming more and more human :O What will happen next?

You'll have to wait and see I'm afraid. Please review!

RSx