As the sun rose above the vast ocean, Kat sat in the iron chair out on the balcony, stroking the delicate petals of the crimson red rose that she held in her hand, the last two days playing around in her mind. None of the ghost had been seen since the other day in the kitchen, but she knew they were there. Each showing it in their own way. Casper, with the rose that she now held.

She had searched the mansion high and low looking for the ghosts, in hopes of getting things back to normal or at least some answers. But there was no luck. The thing about the McFadden family, she thought, was when they wanted to make themselves scarce they could do it. But by going through with their disappearing act, they were tearing her up all the more.

She needed answers. She needed comfort. She needed to comfort. It wasn't so much about her own heart, but that of the four ghosts that she had learned to love and look upon in time of need. Each had acted as a support, in their own way. Not always the kind of uplift she wanted, ( this usually coming from the trio ) but always what she needed.

But now, when her heart needed them most, they all decided to disappear.

Inside the lower levels of the house, the missing trio were now sitting in three arm chairs around the fire, trying to warm the chill that had seemed to be drifting slowly through their airy form.

Each participating in the same silent battle that had been going on for two days. Wheather or not to tell Kat the rest of the story.

The trio looked at each other, the same stoney expression set on their faces, and knew that they should at least check on her. For, like their nephew, they too had been watching her, each on their own time, not letting the other two know, and seeing the same thing that anyone else who looked at the young girl would see. Heartache. And even though none of them would admit it, they too had come to care for Kat and hated to see her in pain.

" We should go and see her. " Stinkie said sheepishly, finally stating what everyone of the ghosts thought.

" Yea, she is having a hard time, I mean we don't have to tell her, just check and see if she is ok. I saw on Oprah other day that depressed kids now a days do this cutting thing, why they would want to I don't know, but she said- " Fatso was cut off by his older brother's glare.

" No. We will stay outta sight and let her and Bulbhead work this out! " Stretch said, clearly wanting to go along with his brothers' ideas.

" I don't know Stretch, we all know that this time of the year, the kid ain't exactally right. And we haven't ever been able to help 'im, so why should she? " Stinkie said.

" Because they are in love and when you are in love impossible things happen. " Fatso said, his eyes getting all dreamy.

" Blek, where'd that come from, sounds like something off of Lifetime channel! " Stinkie said, making a gagging motion with his tongue.

" Do you two ever be serious! " Strech erupted, throwing down the magizine that he claimed to be reading. " KatFish is in pain, sure, but it ain't our responsibility to help her through it, they gots hot lines for dat. The last time we tried to make someone happy look what happened. "

" No! It is our responsibility, we shoved her into this pain and just left her all alone... and besides... just cuz we have been suffering all these years doesn't mean she has to be. She don't deserve that, Stretch, and you of all people know it! She will know it was an accident! " Stinkie said, looking his brother straight in the depts of his violet eyes, squaring his shoulders, ready to fight if the need be.

Stretch just stared at his younger brother, as though he was seeing him for the first time in ages. Stinkie had always been the most compassionate one, caring more about people than himself. It always made Stretch sick, but this time he was right.

"Fatso, go and check on our nephew... and Stinkie, lets go and find the little bone bag. " was the only reply Stinkie got before Stretch floated through the ceiling.

When Stinkie and Stretch entered Kat's bedroom, cold air hit their faces. They turned to look out towards the window. Kat still sat huddled up under a blanket out on the balcony, the rose still clutched tightly in her delicate hand. She didn't hear the ghosts approach, if she did, she would not have went on with her rambling.

Stretch placed a finger on his lips, motioning his brothers to be quiet. He then vanished into thin air, Stinkie soon followed suit.

" I know I am crazy, he is a ghost, I am human. We are just from different times. It would never work. But I still love him. " Kat said to herself, still unaware of her ghostly visitors.

" If I didn't love him, I wouldn't care so much about what happened all those years ago. But I do... and he won't even talk to me. He just sends me the roses. Not that I don't love them, but I would rather have him here with me. Oh dammit, this is stupid. I could go and find him, but where would I look? "

Stretch watched as Kat got up and went towards the iron railing that surrounded the balcony. He had always hated the many balconies that were placed around the upper levels of the house. Which was weird considering that he went higher than this everday. But being up here still made him nervous. That, he thought, is why I am getting closer. So that if the little brat was to slip and fall, I could easily catch 'er. The kid would never for give me, if I was to let her fall... woah-ho... what's this?

The lean ghost looked at the rose that was in Kat's hand. The kid really does love her.

As if reading his brother's mind, Stinkie shook his head and moved out into the morning air.

" Mom, I lost you without know what happened, do I really have to lose the one person that really gets and loves me, without knowing what happened, too? " Kat looked up towards the sky as she spoke.

At that exact moment, the wind picked up and wrentched the rose out of Kat's hand, flinging it into the dark ocean below. As she watched it go, tears began to silently slide down her cheek.

As the two ghost watched her cry, Stinkie looked at his brother and motioned him to go to her.

" No" Stretch mouthed.

Stinkie just pointed towards her before he flew off the balcony, towards the water below.

The things I do for my damn family, Stretch thought.

Kat sighed and turned around, coming in contact with Stretch's torso. Looking up, she saw that the ghost had a look of pure sorrow in his eyes. She fell into his arms, burying her head in his skinny chest. There she began to sob uncontrollably.

" Shhhhh Kitty Kat, don't cry. We're here for ya's. And we'll tell ya everything you need to know, just don't cry ok, honey. " Stretch said as he wiped away her tears.

" Yea, we are here for ya. " Stinkie said as handed her the roses that he had flew down and gotten for her.

" Thanks you guys " Kat said. " And guys, I know it wasn't your fault. And no matter what you say I won't think differently. "

" We'll see. " Stretch said into her hair.