Chapter 3

To Harry's surprise, he felt not the least bit insane as he pulled up to the church. He didn't even mind when the media came charging up to him, peppering him with questions about the attack on his late father's home. All he would say was that it was the Goblin's fault and that the issue would be resolved shortly.

"But the Goblin hasn't been seen in two years, why did he reappear now?" Asked one of the reporters who was scrambling for a better view.

"Who knows why that monster does what he does? We can only hope he will cause no further destruction. No other questions, please."

Without another word Harry turned his back and went to the church doors, the mass of reporters moved as one behind him, screaming for more answers. Luckily, some of his personnel cut them off. They knew he would be here at his ex-girlfriend's wedding, they always knew where he would show up next. In an instant he found himself in the crowded church. There were some stares and whispers but he could care less as he made his way to the front. He was surprisingly calm, his other half quiet and his father had yet to make an entrance. It wished it would stay that way.

A few minutes later the procession commenced, the groom and best man were last.

The music for Mary Jane's appearance reverberated off the walls as people stood, staring anxiously at the aisle entrance. Harry managed a smile. But instead of the lovely MJ in her white gown, a bridesmaid in her somber black walked up to the altar. She handed John a note…

They would later say that she had gotten cold feet, but Harry knew better. She had run off to Peter. Infuriated at this, Harry slid had out a side door. He felt the anger boiling to the surface. Not only was his one time friend a killer, but a destroyer of marriages! He didn't bother waiting for his driver to return, so he jumped in the seat himself and pulled away. He sped to his apartment, quickly changing and taking several packed bags. Then he proceeded to toss them in the back with the concealed glider. All of this in the span of a few minutes, he had to get away, now. The wicked half was awake and thirsting for blood. If he confronted Peter now, it would be chaos. And chaos brought unwanted attention.

It would require several long hours to reach Friendship, but he didn't care. The sooner he got there, the faster he could get rid of his ghostly company, which was now reflected in his rearview mirror.

"Turn around." Norman told him.

Harry replied with a firm "No."

It was hard to concentrate on driving, his eyes going back and forth between the road and the menace in the back. Norman vanished with an impatient noise. Harry calmed himself and put his favorite sunglasses. It made him feel invisible and right now he would like nothing better.

Kat would've liked nothing better that to be invisible also. The three ghosts that were currently looking at her did so with an air of annoyance.

"An' what, pray tell, are you doing here Ms. Kitty?" The leader glared at her.

Truth be told, she didn't know either. She was in some seedy bar that was mostly empty except for the trio casually sitting on barstools. Even though she had been putting up with them for several years, Stretch's fierce stare still stopped her in her tracks. Think of something, anything to get them out of the house! She told herself. The other two waited interestingly for her response.

"Well," She spat, putting on a brave front.

"I was going to tell you about the Kelly Clarkson concert, the one with tons of screaming giggling morons who would probably scream even more if they saw a ghost. But if you're going to be rude I might as well leave." She took a few steps towards the door.

"Kelly Clarkson?" Fatso said excitably.

"Who cares?" Stinkie said, going back to his drink.

But Stretch had that look on his ectoplasmic face, the one that many of the living wished they hadn't seen.

"That many? With big screens everywhere?"

"And it's in Florida too; the beaches are packed this time of year." Kat added.

"When does it start?" He inquired.

"Tomorrow."

"Why didn't you say something sooner? Let's go!" Fatso was all ready dragging Stinkie along.

"I guess it could be fun…" Stretch trailed off and followed the pair out.

If Kat had been a religious woman, she would've crossed herself and bent down on her knees thanking God. But all she could manage was a sigh of relief. Now she didn't have to worry about the sessions ending in disaster. Dr. Harvey had warned her that this was like every other appointment he had in the past, and to treat Harry like a normal person. That meant no asking for his picture or autograph or getting "involved" as he put it. Kat had to laugh at that one. Here she was at twenty years old and her father was still worried about that. Dads will be dads, she reminded herself.