This is a continuation of Whispered Memories by neko-chibi-faithkitty. They gave me permission to continue their story from where they left off at chapter five. They do want to continue their version of the story so when it is finished know that the two are not connected past that point. I do encourage you to read their work. They are an amazing writer! It will also help to know what happened in her first chapters in this continuation's latter chapters.

I claim no ownership of the rise of the guardians/guardians of childhood they belong to William Joyce and DreamWorks. I have no ownership of Ghost Whisper which belongs to John Gray, Sander/Moses Productions, and Jennifer Love Hewitt in association with ABC Studios and CBS Television Studios. The original story plot of whispered memories belongs to neko-chibi-faithkitty.

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Maria sat on the roof of Grandview town square's gazebo. Her physical form was something she rarely used but every once in awhile she liked to stretch actual limbs instead of wispy ones. She always saw herself as a young girl, her colors were never as bright as the actual ones-she preferred to remain a windy representation-but her brown hair and tan skin went well with her whitish pink dress and matching shoes.

Across the square an ambulance was parked, back doors open to let the tall dark-haired paramedic with a kind smile, have easy access to the supplies. He was setting a broken arm of the teen at the moment. The kid had been trying out a daring and, in Maria's opinion, dangerous trick on his bike. Not surprisingly he'd fallen and had suffered a broken arm. Maria shouldn't have really been surprised, she'd known a daredevil teen for 300 years, they just seemed to insist on getting themselves hurt. But in truth it was the paramedic that Maria was watching.

He was the husband of the woman who'd been given a memory dream from a ghost. Maria's mournful cries, drawn out of her by their presence in the room, had assisted in shaping the woman's dream so she felt compelled to check up on her. When the woman had left this morning Maria had felt she should keep an eye on the husband. Why? She had no idea! But being as old as she was, even if she preferred to appear as a young girl in her physical form, she learned to trust her feelings.

The slight drop in temp let her know that she had succeeded in getting the guardians attention. She remained where she was-he would talk when he was ready-and she was right.

"Hey, Maria."

"Hi Jack."

"What's up? Sandy thinks you may have messed with the dream sand last night."

"I did."

"Why?"

Maria pointed to the paramedic. "That man, do you see him?"

"Yeah."

"His wife was visited by a ghost last night."

"Really?"

"Yep, and that ghost gave her a memory dream of how you saved your sister."

Jack didn't know what to say. When he first had seen a ghost he thought it was a spirit like him, but he'd passed right through the ghost and Maria had explained the difference. Since then he'd met a lot of ghosts and been blown off, or had them run/vanish at the site of him by billions more. Needless to say his knowledge of the ghost world and its rules was only a chip off the iceberg. Still he did know that ghosts could only give their own memories to humans. That meant that this ghost had to have been there.

The ambulance was closed up and the dark-haired man and his partner were getting ready to move on. The teen, with his arm in a sling, was riding along so they could get it in a proper cast at the hospital.

"Let's follow them." Maria said as her physical form dissolved. She wound around Jack and he let her carry him as they followed the ambulance. White hair messing up as they went, Jack revelled in his love of the near chaotic but naturally graceful way of the wind.

After dropping off the teen, and assuring him things would be fine, Jim's partner called; "Hey, let's get some lunch. There's a philly cheese sandwich at the Cafe with my name on it."

"Ha, ha, okay sounds good." Jim replied.

Getting into the vehicle Jim looked over his shoulder. Since Melinda had left that morning he had the feeling he was being watched. At times it would send a shiver down his spine, and other times it was like a guardian watching over him. But each time he turned around there was no one that stood out as the one who was the watcher.

"Hey? You alright?"

"Yeah. It's nothing, at least I hope it is." The last part mumbled under his breath. Jim started the engine and drove them to the Cafe.

On the patio Jim looked out over the town. He and Melinda had only lived here a short time but they'd grown to love Grandview. Even if it did seem to be a hotspot for Melinda's 'other' associates. At first Jim had tried to keep ghosts away from his wife, but with her reassurance he'd come to accept and live around them. According to Melinda that was really all most of them wanted, it was the disturbed and torchered ghosts you had to be careful of.

Grandview was one of those places that had a small town feeling with just the right amount of city splash. The town square was half park and half community gathering place with a sweet little white gazebo right in the center. Melinda's shop, one of the many small stores that lined the outer rim including the Cafe that was a must visit for everyone whether those just passing through or full time residents.

Sipping his drink and taking a bite of his sandwich Jim felt a colder than-usual-breeze. That's another thing about today, there seemed to be a surplus of breezes with no origin,He thought. The breeze, more harsh this, time came again. Jim pulled his uniform jacket tighter. Then a third wind blew, this one was tinged with-was that snow?

"What's snow doing here on a fresh May spring day?" He thought aloud. It came again, almost like his own personal Gail, and there was no mistaking the frost and snow that came with it. "What's going on?"

Jack had seen them first, shifting and stretching in the dark corners and cracks. He thought they were shadows playing tricks on his eyes, but after a while they took on actual shape. They were wraiths, or wraith-like, and they moved from shadow to shadow with such speed that if you blinked you miss it. Closer and closer they came- almost herded-gathering at the foot of the wrought iron gate just short of the patio.

"Maria? What are those?" Jack asked his friend pointing out the rising number of creatures.

"I don't see anything, Jack."

"There, right in that corner."

"All I see is the building's shadow."

Like black streaks the creatures broke cover and, slithering along the ground, made for the paramedics. Jack rushed at them and he heard hisses of pain as the creatures moved around him but didn't change their heading. Their speed allowed them to reach the dark-haired man's table shadow then slither up the lamp post pole beside it. Jack's eyes widened in horror as in less than a blink the bulb of the post, which was hanging right above the man that the Wind had been watching, started to come loose.

"Maria! We have to get them to move!"

Their attempts, more urgent each time, seemed to do little. Before long the bulb was being held up by one thread and there was no time left. With Maria's help, Jack got to the bulb just as it fell.

Again Jack heard the creatures shriek in pain and this time they left altogether. Swinging his staff like a homerun batter, Jack struck and diverted the bulb's path.

The crack above his head and the shatter of glass was so loud it caused everyone to jump. Jim looked across the street at the broken street lamp bulb. His head jerked up to look at the one hanging above him and saw it was gone.

"Jim, you okay?" His partner asked.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be alright."

"Man, that was… I don't even know. You're one lucky guy, you think you can let me in on your secret?"

Jim laughed but was really more focused on what had happened. There was no physical way for the bulb over his head to end up all the way across the street. It was not a matter of luck. But that left the question: what had really happened?