Chapter Two

"Well?" Tru asked as the ghost of Alan Smythe continued to grin at her but didn't respond to her question.

"Do I make you nervous?" he asked as he stood up and slowly walked over towards her.

"A bit," Tru admitted as she tried to edge away from the advancing spirit. "I've never seen a ghost before."

"Never?" Davis asked from where he stood, straining to see the ghost but without success.

"No, of course not," Tru replied. "Why would I have?"

"Well most people that see ghosts clearly like you seem to be have seen them all their lives," Davis explained, in a tone that suggested that everyone knew this.

"Is that right?" Alan asked, clearly interested in Davis's comment and forgetting that the man he was asking could neither see nor hear him.

Not wanting to be distracted into any of Davis's theories about ghosts and the spirit world Tru ignored Alan's question and instead asked him again what it was that he wanted her help with.

"With moving on of course," Alan replied. "Aren't you the angel sent to guide me to the heavens?"

Tru gave him a look that clearly said that line wouldn't have worked on her even if he hadn't been dead already.

"There must be something else," she insisted as she guided him to sit back down. His flitting around the room was starting to annoy her and at least if he was still Davis could focus in one place instead of scanning the room to see if he could spot the elusive spook.

"I don't think so," Alan replied as he took a seat and shrugged. "I died and I seem to be stuck here. Though I'm curious to know why I would be haunting a morgue."

"I don't think you are," Tru said. "I think that perhaps it has something to do with me and not the place itself."

"Even better," Alan grinned.

Tru glared at him.

"What did he say?" Davis asked as he spotted the look on her face.

"Nothing," Tru muttered as she continued to glare at Alan who was still smiling at the thought of haunting her. "Well now you know I'm not why don't you just move on?"

"Tru? You here?" the voice of Harrison came from in the other room as the doors swung open at the far side of the morgue.

"Through here," Tru called back even as he came through the door. She didn't take her eyes from Alan who was glaring at the intrusion.

"Who's that?" Alan asked with another scowl in Harrison's direction.

"My brother," Tru replied without thinking.

"I know who I am," Harrison grinned.

"That's okay then," Alan replied and a matching grin returned to his face and he settled back in the chair.

"What do you want from me?" Tru pressed on, her patience wearing thin.

"Just twenty or thirty 'll do," Harrison replied in a rather hurt tone at Tru's rather harsh question.

"Not you," Tru sighed as she finally turned to Harrison. "Give me a minute will you?"

"Sure," Harrison replied cautiously as he moved to take a seat. Unfortunately he choose the seat that Alan was already occupying.

Tru had realised almost at once that Harrison could not see or hear Alan but when he sat in the chair he certainly felt something as he shot up out of the seat with a gasp and turned to glare at the offensive piece of furniture.

"What the hell?" he asked, as he looked wildly about the room.

"Cold was it?" Davis asked with interest. "Those in the spirit realm tend to make the air around them icy."

"Davis please," Tru sighed.

"Spirit realm?" Harrison asked, scepticism evident in his tone.

"Since he can't see me either I must be your own private ghost," Alan pointed out with delight. "So what are we going to do?"

"Shut up!" Tru snapped her patience at an end at the blatant innuendoes from the annoying spook.

"Sorry," Harrison apologised, again thinking Tru was talking to him.

"Not you," Tru sighed as she sank into her seat.

"So can you lend me some money?" Harrison asked, obviously eager to be out of the morgue as soon as possible.

"On second thoughts, yes, you too," Tru muttered.

A few minutes passed in silence as Tru tried to think what to do about the problem of the ghost that now seemed to be her own personal problem.

"Do you see a white light or something?" Davis finally asked, directing his question at an empty chair, Alan having moved to stand over near the desk.

"Anyone ever tell you, you watch too much tv?" Alan asked with a roll of his eyes.

"What did he say?" Davis asked Tru.

"No."

"Who is he?" Harrison asked, now that Davis had broken the silence and Tru was acting a little more like herself.

"The man on the slab through there," Tru replied bluntly.

"So instead of asking for help he just rose as a ghost?" Harrison asked. "Cool."

"Actually he did ask for help," Tru explained and then proceeded to fill Harrison in on the rewind day and the strange side effect that being too late had produced.

"So instead of getting a second shot you got a ghost instead," Harrison laughed.

"Tru doesn't believe she'd have been in time whatever she'd done today," Davis pointed out.

Tru nodded in agreement and looked at Alan where he stood leaning against the desk. He had been listening intently to the discussion and now stood with a look of confusion on his face.

"What?" Tru asked.

"Bodies ask you for help and you relive days?" Alan asked. "You don't expect me to believe that do you?"

"Why not?" Tru asked. "You're a ghost. Of all people you should have an open mind."

"Point taken," Alan replied. "So now we just have to figure out what I'm doing here and how I can move on."

"Are you sure there's nothing you have to do?" Tru asked. "No one you want to talk to?"

"Not that I can think of," Alan replied. "I guess I'll just have to hang around with you until we figure it out."

"I had a horrible feeling you were going to say that," Tru answered.

"What did he say?" Harrison asked.

"That he has to hang out with me until he figures it out," Tru sighed.

"It might not be that bad," Harrison pointed out with a grin. "Just think of having your own personal ghost that no one else can see or hear."

"Yeah, everyone will think I'm crazy as I go round talking to myself."

"You're just not thinking of the possibilities," Harrison grinned. "A ghost at a poker table who could look at everyone else's cards and tell you what they have. Think about it. You could make a fortune."

"I think I'm starting to like the way your brother thinks," Alan grinned. "We could make a fortune together if he was the one who could see me."

"Oh god," Tru moaned.

"What?" Harrison asked.

"A ghost with your morals haunting me," Tru replied. "What did I do to deserve this?"