1I don't own KP...but you probably figured that out. Don't own Extreme Makeover either...oiy, that'd be weird.

Monique was entirely right about the mall being deserted. In fact, they didn't see more than ten people the entire way to Club Banana. Monique and Ron ventured into the shop first, having a good look around before, motioning for Kim to follow. The only person in the entire store was a very bored-looking college girl who was preoccupied by couple of magazines. On the counter beside her was a sign reading: Welcome, Extreme Makeover!

Kim grinned and followed Monique to the back of the store and they started riffling through racks of clothing, pulling out shirt after shirt and holding them up to each other. Ron pretended to think all the clothes they tried on were horrible, but Kim knew he was having fun.

"What about these pants, girl?" asked Monique holding up matching jeans.

"Spankin'!" enthused Kim, moving to take one from her.

"We could have matching outfits and no one would know."

Kim held the pants up to her and glanced in a mirror. She gasped and dropped the pants, staring at the glass.

"Wrong size?" asked Monique, coming to stand beside her. She turned and looked into the mirror too.

"Ron, come here," whispered Monique, staring terrified into the mirror.

Ron got up from his place on the floor and looked into the mirror. It was just him and Monique standing there. He jumped and spun to look at Kim.

Kim was gazing at him, pleading in her eyes. "I saw my reflection this morning Ron. Something's wrong."

Ron looked from her to the mirror several times, speechless. "You're disappearing," he gagged.

As if on cue, the Kimmunicator, lodged in Ron's pocket, beeped. Ron whipped it out, then without waiting for Wade to say anything, he barreled ahead with the situation.

"Wade, Kim's reflection is gone...we can't see her in the mirror!"

Wade looked worried. "But she's still there, right?"

"Yeah," said Ron, breathless.

"Is she still solid?"

Ron nodded.

"Let me talk to her," Wade ordered.

Ron handed the Kimmunicator over soundlessly, staring at Kim with the utmost longing in his eyes. She couldn't disappear again, she just couldn't...

"Tell me you have good news, Wade," Kim pleaded as she walked into one of the dressing rooms. It would raise interesting questions if the girl behind the counter got up to check on them and saw the Kimmunicator hanging in mid-air.

"Actually, I do. I've been researching ghosts and you'd be surprised how many reliable resources there are."

"Great Wade. I'll remember that for my next science class report. If I ever get to go back to school, that is."

Wade nodded. "I found a journal written by monk in England over five hundred years ago. It says that he saw one of his pupils killed by a wolf. This pupil was very special. Everyone in the monastery loved him, and he was kind and giving. One day, roughly a month after his death, the monk says his pupil reappeared to him as a ghost. The story goes on to say that the pupil was eventually seen by his other friends and teachers, and they said that when he was near them they relived memories as distinctly as if was happening again."

"The same thing that's happened to me!"

"Exactly."

"So did the kid ever come back completely?"

"That's the interesting part. Listen: the monks all began meditating and praying for their pupil, asking their god to either remove his shadow from this world or to grant his soul safe passage back to his body. One day as he was mediating, the monk in question says he received inspiration to ask the student to come to him and help him relive the memory of his death."

Kim was listening, spellbound.

Wade continued. "The pupil came to his master and it says that together they performed a ritual in which the pupil erased the memory of his death from his master's mind. And from the moment they left the master's chambers together, no one else remembered the student's death except the student and his master."

Kim felt tears slip out of her eyes even as she stared at Wade wildly, trying to wrap her mind around the miracle. "I could...erase Ron's memory...and I'd be alive again?" she choked.

Wade smiled kindly. "It's worth a try, right?"

Kim closed her eyes and sank down on the dark floor of the dressing room, sobbing real tears. Where had they come from? It didn't matter...it didn't matter. She'd be all right. She'd be more than all right.