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Roy woke up the next morning to the sound of his phone ringing. He crawled lazily out of bed and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Altan, it's me, Marth. I've been doing some serious thinking all night about that account. Look. . .you have to search his house completely. I can't take any chances. We need those four million bucks--if we don't get them on time, I am telling you. . .we'll both be murdered!"

"Why don't you steal the stupid thing yourself?" Roy yawned. "Why do I always have to do the dirty work?"

"Because Zelda trusts me! And if it's necessary, Roy, you've got to kill her too! If she catches you in her house. . .just 'shut her up,' okay?"

"Yeah, whatever."

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In the afternoon, Link walked out of his house, completely bored. Zelda had woken up before him, and had gone off somewhere; and he of course had no idea where he was. After walking for a few minutes, Link heard some music from a store around the corner. Curiously, he walked towards the noise.

The song playing was "The Wanderer," one of Link's favorite songs. He looked at the name of the shop where the song was coming from: "Madame Peach's Psychic Contacts--reach your dead loved ones." Laughing, Link decided to step inside the small, tacky-looking building.

Once inside, Link saw several people sitting in some sort of waiting room. A woman stuck her head through a door, looking around at the customers. "Mrs. Vance?" A middle-aged black lady stood up, as the woman gave her a sarcastic look. "Madame Peach Oda Mae will see you know. Please follow me."

Link decided to follow as well. They walked into a room that was heavy with the scents of perfume. There was another woman in there as well, wearing the same sort of costume as the one who'd called for Mrs. Vance.

'This is interesting," Link thought to himself.

A door from the back of the room opened dramatically. Out of it came a woman dressed in gold material, huge necklaces, earrings, and bracelts drooping all over her body. Link tried his hardest to hold in a laugh. This had to be "Madame" Peach.

"Mrs. Vance," Peach said in a melodramatic whisper, sitting across from her. "It is to my understanding that you have come to me in order to contact your late husband."

Mrs. Vance nodded.

"And he would be. . .Ricky."

Mrs. Vance shook her head.

"Bob."

She shook her head again.

"Bill. Murray. David," Peach continued to guess, thinking up random names and hoping one of them was that of Mrs. Vance's deceased husband.

"Yes, that's it!" Mrs. Vance cried excitedly. "David!"

Peach held up a hand, closing her eyes slowly. "Mrs. Vance, please contain your excitement. My connection with David Vance may be slightly difficult. . .oh wait, I see him. . .yes, he's a very handsome man, Mrs. Vance. . .what's that, David? You do?"

"What is it?" Mrs. Vance whispered with bated breath.

"He says that he wants to know how you're doing."

"Things are all right, but they'd be even better if you were here, David!" Mrs. Vance shouted, looking to the ceiling in hopes of seeing David and wringing her hands.

"She's okay," Peach said in a completely serious tone. "Now David, I wonder if you could possibly. . .oh wait, no! Hold on a sec, don't go. . ."

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Vance asked.

"Are you losing the connection?" asked one of the women, Malon, Peach's sister. "Have you lost him?"

"It's getting vague," Peach whispered, her eyes opening.

"What can we do to get him back?" inquired the other woman, Saria, Peach's other sister.

"Yes, tell me!" Mrs. Vance cried.

Solemnly, Peach closed her eyes. "I think. . .I think another twenty will do it."

Link snorted as Mrs. Vance pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to Peach. "That's right, Madame Peach. Milk her for all the money she's worth. Poor David, he had to live with such an idiot. He should be glad he died."

Immediately, Peach's eyes snapped open. "What?"

"What?" asked Mrs. Vance.

"I thought I heard a man's voice in here. . ."

"It must be David!" Mrs. Vance shouted joyfully. "Oh, may God bless whoever invented twenties!"

"No, I don't think it was David," Peach said apprehensively.

Link's eyes widened. "Wait, you can hear me?!"

"Who said that?!" Peach asked, getting nervous.

"Peach, you can hear me?!" Link shouted.

"Who's DOING THAT???!" Peach screamed, standing up out of her chair.

"H-Hold on!" Link cried with desperation. "Can you hear me, Peach?! I'm a ghost! YOU CAN HEAR ME?!!!"

"YES, I CAN HEAR YOU!!" Peach shouted, frightening the other three women in the room, deaf to the ghost's voice. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!"

"No wait, you've got to help me!" Link shouted. "You're the only person who can hear me! Wait. . .say my name! My name is Link! Say it!"

"GO AWAY!!!"

"Say my name!!"

"FINE, GO AWAY LINK!!!!" With that, Peach ran screaming from the room.

Link sped after her. "You've got to listen to me! Please help! Wait, where are we going, Peach?"

"I'm goin' home!" Peach answered, not losing her stride.

"Peach, what's wrong?!" Saria yelled, running up to her.

"What in heaven's name was that performance all about?!" Malon seconded, trying vainly to catch her breath.

"I heard a ghost!" Peach screamed, opening the door to their apartment and flinging herself inside. She collapsed onto a chair, completely out of breath. "Wait. . .I think I've lost him."

Nervous about their sister's present condition, Saria and Malon crept slowly into the kitchen. Link sat in a chair opposite Peach.

"You. . .can hear me?" he wheezed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!" Peach screamed. "Link, whoever you are, why won't you leave me alone?!?!"

"I need your help!" Link answered. "You are the only living person in the world who can hear me!"

"Wait a minute. . .where are you?"

"I'm sitting in the chair right across from you."

Squinting her eyes, Peach leaned forward. "You know, both of my parents had this ability. Being able to talk to spirits. . .they said they always hoped that someday I'd be able to do it too. . .I just never imagined it would actually happen! To me, of all people in this stupid world!"

"Well, it's happened," Link said. "And I really, really, REALLY need your help. You have got to help me out."

"Hold on a second. . ." Peach said, squinting her eyes again. "You. . .you're a jock, aren't you?"

Malon, who'd had her ear pressed against the kitchen door, turned to face Saria. "I think we'd better get a doctor."

"No, I am not a jock!" Link yelled. "I just seriously need your help. I have got to talk to my wife before it's too late."

"What d'you mean, 'before it's too late'?!" Peach asked.

"You'll find out if you give me a hand! Just help me, PLEASE!!"

Fuming, Peach stood up. "I don't have to listen to this! I don't even KNOW you, Link, or whatever your name was!! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a loooong bath--and you'd better not follow!!"

"You can't get rid of me that easily," Link sniffed, folding his arms. "And don't think that I'd even dream of following you into that bathroom!! I pride myself on my fidelity to Zelda--my wife--even if I AM dead. I'll just wait outside the door."

"Yeah, I'll bet you will," Peach grumbled.

Later that night.....................

"I'm Henry the Eigth, I am I am, I'm Henry the Eigth I am. . ."

It was now well past eleven o'clock at night. Link sat in a chair in Peach's bedroom, while she lay in bed with a pillow in her face. She sighed with frustration. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of the sound of Link's voice. Now he was singing her least favorite song in the world.

"I'm Henry the Eigth I am--it's no use, Peach, I can keep this up forever--I am, I am, I'm Henry the--"

"FINE!!" Peach shouted, throwing her pillow into the air. "I'LL HELP YOU TOMORROW, JUST PLEASE STOP SINGING THAT STUPID SONG!!!"

"Sure," Link agreed, grinning. "While you get your beauty sleep, I'll step out of the house. But don't forget--I'll be back tomorrow morning." He stood up and walked over to the door. "And if you somehow decide you want to break your promise, be warned: Henry the Eighth will come back for an encore."

Laughing to himself, Link walked out of Peach's house. With the aid of the one person who could hear him, he could help the one person he loved. Strolling down the avenue with his hands in his pockets, Link passed by a glass window of a closed store.

He stopped. Link remembered the other day when that man had shoved him off the train, and had also broken the glass. . .Link swung his fist as hard as he could at the window, but nothing happened. He tried again and again to shatter the glass, but got always the same result.

'Note to self,' Link thought, walking back to Peach's apartment. 'Ask the freaky man how to break stuff.'

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yup, peach just had 2 come in2 the story!!