Darkness and nothingness whizzed by them at an alarming rate. Suddenly, a crack of lightning flashed and they were sitting on top of a huge, dilapidated house.

Lydia fell over yet again from the heavy weight around her torso. A muffled cry of pain came from behind the gag when she hit the shingles.

"Welcome to the Neitherworld, babes. And the best part is that no one's gonna show up uninvited like those two back there."

BJ made them both transparent and they sunk into the house. Falling into a room within, Lydia again landed on her side, the pain actually knocking her out cold.

The ghost stretched and the realized that the girl was unconscious. "Aw, nuts! Why couldn't you have landed on your rear or something?"

He grunted as he picked her up and sat her on a chair, the metal bonds loosening and then tightening around the back of the seat so that Lydia was held upright.

"Can't do anything until she's awake. I'm gonna go get something to eat."

Beetlejuice left the room for the kitchen, snapping his fingers twice. The gag on Lydia's mouth disappeared. BJ hit the pantry, awaiting the moment when Lydia opened her eyes.

Darkness…figures coming into focus…broken furniture, mostly-closed door…

Lydia's eyes were blurred and watering. The pain in her side was almost unbearable. She longed to rub it and try to forget about the bruise now steadily developing on her arm, but the chains would not allow it. She moaned to clear her head and tried to remember where she was.

That's right. That ghost kidnapped me, took me to his world…the Maitlands tried to save me, but he grabbed onto me and…

But her thoughts were cut short by a sound outside the room somewhere. Her dilated pupils screwed up in pain as a flood of light hit her face and her ears hurt when they heard the sound of a door slammed open so hard that it hit the wall.

"You awake yet? I've waited forever! C'mon, wake up!"

He was now shaking her head back and forth, trying to get her to open her eyes so he could be sure she was still living. Lydia shut her eyes tight, trying to pretend she wasn't when a huge headache hit her full blast.

Her eyes opened wide in pain and she let out a groan. The pain was so intense! She felt like her head would burst open!

"Now that's what I like to see. Nice, happy, little girl all ready to wake up and greet the day."

Lydia's head slumped over, her chin on her chest. BJ was puzzled.

"Hey, what's the matter? You ok? You can't die yet!"

He held her chin up and lightly slapped her cheek, thinking it would revive her. It didn't.

"Aw, babes! What's goin' on here? I don't think I hurt you that bad!"

Lydia however couldn't answer. Her head was pounding, and her mouth was lying open.

BJ thought for a moment, then tried the only thing he knew would actually wake her up if she could wake up.

Lydia spat in his face. "What the hell? You sick, twisted-…"

"Babes, it was just a little peck to get you to wake up! Trust me, if I wanted to, I'd have gone for the five-second French!"

This disgusting thought almost made Lydia throw up. "What do you want with me? What's gotta be so important that you have to tie me up, kidnap me, and then try to make out with me?" she demanded.

"Revenge, toots."

"Revenge this!"

Lydia swung her foot upwards, straight into his crotch. BJ's eyes crossed in pain, and he went flying out of the room, howling.

The ghost reentered the room, looking pained and somewhat angry.

"Nice move, babes. But it's gonna cost you." Ropes appeared from nowhere and bound Lydia's feet to the legs of her chair.

"We can keep this up until you look like a mummy, toots. I'd much rather cut to the chase."

"And what chase would that be?"

"A little night on the town, babes. It's show-time!"

As soon as he spoke the words, the metal and ropes detached from her and she stood up. The first thing she did was to rub her bruised arm. The second was her race for the door.

Beetlejuice hadn't been expecting this, so when she actually made it halfway down the hallway, he kicked it into high gear and flew after her.