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Mike Shelby was a Boston native, but he had done his dues at a TV news service Minneapolis new station for one of the best news producers in the business and alongside one of the most idiotic news anchormen in the business so he knew the best and the worst. Now the editor of the Westbridge Tribune, he was perusing a rather ingenious article submitted by one of his freelance writers.

"Sabrina," He started. "This is great. I didn't even know the Old Peterson House was haunted. That's a great slant for this article."

"Thanks," Sabrina tried to remain humble as she stuck her tongue in her cheek. "I got some of my info from an old boyfriend."

"You both deserve a lot of credit." Mike patted her on the back. "Look, I was going to give Josh the article about the College Field Trip to New Orleans. Would you like to cover it?"

"Me?" Sabrina lit up. "Sure!"

"Great." He looked across. "Josh, we're going to lunch. Sabrina, give me another good effort."

"Right." The cute sorceress grinned as her boyfriend grabbed his coat. Josh leaned in and gave her a kiss.

"I'll be back." He told her.

"Yeah..." Sabrina beamed as she sat at his desk and clicked on his computer. Suddenly and somehow, she knew she was in trouble. She had over-extended herself on a project she shouldn't by any rights be doing.

"How can I top what I did?" She asked herself. "I sure got myself into a pickle. Where am I going to get an angle on this story?" She looked around the Tribune Offices as she seriously considered zapping William back for help again.

"Why do I need all of him?" She checked out the activity again. "I just need to think like him." She pointed her finger at herself.

"To help me on a story,
"From good old N'Awlins
"Give me talent
"Just like William Collins..."

She felt an excited little tickle through her mind and spine as if a sparkle of light had escaped and danced over her memories and tingled over skin and body as though it was an amusement park. Her eyes looked up as her thoughts suddenly started gathering.

"Why didn't I think about that!" She started typing.

In Collinsport, William was back from dinner with Ally and back at his computer. He was typing away when all of a sudden he stopped and looked around. He felt as if a switch had been turned off as he stared blankly again at his screen. Ally came running.

"I thought you had vanished again." She remarked about the typing noise abruptly stopping.

"I just lost my train of thought." He saved his work and stood up. He left everything spread out on his desk as he walked before Ally.

"I thought you were eager to finish that before Halloween?" Ally asked.

"Uhhhh..." William acted disinterested for the first time in his novel. "I'm bored. What's on TV?"

"Oh," Ally looked at him and wondered if something was up. She could never get him to leave the computer before. "Uh, that skinny actress you like is on the Muppet Show right now."

"Oh yeah," William grabbed a soda and bag of popcorn. "I still can't believe FOX cancelled her series, but then they never do have respect for hit shows." He kissed Ally. "Let's watch TV with the girls!"

"What is going on around here?" Ally asked herself.