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"So this ghost, is a girl with a brother who just came to the store and a whole box full of collectives and magazines about motorbikes… do you know her name?"

"Francesca Kennedy."

I had returned to our home after finishing work the day Christopher had turned up with all those things and as soon as I stepped over the threshold he had recognized the look on my face and demanded that I told him.

Now, having heard his view on this I really did hear that maybe this was (for once) nothing worth worrying about.

Still, I wasn't about to just give up on the girl who had been standing in my shop earlier today.

There was something about her- there was always something about them.

I sat down by our computer and quickly searched for her name, scrolled through the name and found an article from a newspaper only a few days ago.

"Did you find something about her?"

"Only this." I read out loud.

Seventeen year old Francesca May Kennedy was recently deceased, following a motorbike accident by Bellow Boulevard, Grandview. She will be dearly remembered and missed by brother Christopher, and parents Flora and Jacob.

"Doesn't tell me much does it?" I leaned back and crossed my arms over my chest while I pouted like a stubborn five- year- old. "Motorbike accident, she liked motorbikes- and her name and that's it… and that shouldn't be enough for staying behind. What does she want to do? Have time to learn more about something she obviously already knew a lot about?"

"Obviously."

"She must have, there were a lot of things in that box… I'm getting nowhere. And then what's the deal with shutting doors for her brother and I do have a feeling his neck pains have to do with her too."

"How long has it been since you last saw the guy first though?"

"A couple of hours but that's not the point. Ow…"

I rubbed my thigh with my hand and it caught Jim by surprise I could tell.

"Are you in pain? I thought you said the brother had pains in his neck, not leg?"

"It doesn't hurt." I rubbed up and down my leg again, and I knew it didn't hurt so I didn't know where that "ow" came from. "It just feels a bit strange… It's all cramped and tense but I can't relax… "

I left the computer and went to sit down in the couch and put my feet up- it did not help and I started to get a feeling it was tingling from my thigh and then down towards the sides of my knee.

"Still doesn't hurt?" Jim sat next to me and gently pulled my legs until I had them on his lap. "Here. Can you show me where it is?" I pointed and rubbed my hand up and down, then moved my hand and he started massaging it. "Does it help?"

I actually wasn't so sure…

"It feels nice…"

Well, we had one more thing from this Frankie then- this feeling definitely came from her…

"Maybe she scraped or hit her leg falling in that accident." Jim guessed- and I had to admit that did sound like a reasonable explanation.

"I don't know." I mumbled tiredly. "I just have a feeling- not the feeling that my leg's cramping but… I don't know how to describe it. Neither of it really." I sighed. "Get away from here, that isn't even helping. I'm hungry…"

Random fact

Much of this chapter was written with ghost whisperer on the TV- I haven't watched ghost whisperer in forever.