A/N: Soooo sorry I took so long to update. And soooo sorry it's short. But, umn, here it is. I hope you like it.

Thinking back on it, it was a good thing Doc found us.

Could you imagine if it had been, like, Dopey? Or Sleepy? Or my mother!

So, once again: it's a good thing that it was Doc.

And I really need to remember to call him Dave.

For once, I was thankful to be woken up early on a Sunday morning by my short, red-headed step brother, who at seven a.m (Andy wanted everyone at the table by seven thirty) goes, "Suze, wake up, breakfast'll be ready in half an…who…what are you doing?"

I moved a bit from my position under Jesse's arm, and eyes still closed went, "sleeping, be up later."

"No, I mean…why…what…," and that was when I realized that the nice hard chest my head was resting on…yeah. It belonged to a ghost. So, to his P.O.V., I was leaning on nothing at a rather odd angle.

Ohy.

I got up, and Jesse didn't move, just kind of let out a strange noise and shifted on the window seat.

Great. I've got a lot of explaining to do.

"I was…erm, wind…leaning on…I wasn't leaning on…yoga" and then Jesse rolled off the window seat, finally waking himself up.

At least Doc hadn't seen that.

"Who's he?"

I rolled my eyes, "Jesse," and then kind of looked at him weird. Doc, I mean. I turned slowly and blinked at Jesse, then back at Doc, then Jesse and back again.

"You…you can see him?" I sounded, I realized, like Jesse when I'd first met him. Minus the nombre de dios, though.

Doc blinked behind his glasses, "yes."

"You're a mediator?"

"A what?"

"Mediator," I repeated.

"No, I don't see the dead. Although, from my calculations, you do."

An odd look crossed over his face, "Suze…is that…the ghost that haunts your room?"

Jesse stood up, looking kind of ashamed. I reached back and took his hand, dragging him up closer to Doc.

"Touch him."

Jesse obliged and went to wave his hand through Doc's –David's—shoulder; only…it didn't work.

Just like a hand normally would. Or any solid object, actually.

I took two fingers, and felt for his pulse in the neck.

I just about passed out when there was a steady, thump, thump, thump, beneath my fingers.

Oh. My. God.

He'd actually been asleep last night. For the first time, in a hundred and fifty years, he'd slept.

No wonder he didn't want to get up this morning…

"This is a most awkward situation…" he obviously hadn't gotten it yet. That he was alive, I mean. Otherwise, he would not be sitting there, talking about awkward situations.

I suppose it wasn't the best thing to do, but I pulled Doc inside my room, shut the door…and dialed Paul's number.

"Hello?" He sounded all groggy, and I realized that normal people are still sleeping at this time on a Sunday.

"Hey, Paul, it's Suze."

"What the hell? Suze…why are you calling me? At…" there was a pause, "seven A.M? Normal people are sleeping, Suze. Not that I don't love hearing from you…wait, you finally dump De Silva, or something?"

"Die." I responded, ever so sweetly, before going, "do you know anything about ghosts coming back to life? Or does your grandfather?"

"This may," he said, "come as a shock to you, but I don't. And I'm pretty sure it's impossible. So, like, give it up."

"No, he's erm, well, you know…"

"A eunuch?"

I rolled my eyes, "you're a moron, no, alive."

There was a silence, "what?"

"I don't know how…but, erm, yah. Very much living and breathing."

I turned to look at Doc and Jesse who were very confused, and just kind of looking at each other like, 'whatever'.

Then Jesse turned and kind of stared into the large mirror that was on my wall. Just kind of zoned out, or whatever. Then his head kind of tilted to the right, and his eyes got really big.

"Nombre de dios! Susannah! I'm…reflecting," no? Really? Never would have guessed.

"He's alive? Suze, what did you do?" Oh, yah. Paul.

"Nothing! I swear. Look…I've got to go," and I hung up the phone, cutting off the list of profanities sprouting out of the receiver.

I had to get him out of here. If my mom—or Andy—caught me with a guy up here, I was soooo dead meat.

"You…I don't know. Uh…Father D. We'll talk to him, okay?" Brain…not functioning…too early for this kind of stuff.

Not that I wasn't happy and all, but he couldn't have become alive at oh, say, noon? When I was fully awake?

Eh. Life's tough, get a helmet.

"Okay," I started, then paused, "Doc, can you tell Andy I'm coming, and I'll get Jesse out of here."

I walked over to my window seat and propped open the window. When all else fails, go out the second story window.

I practically shoved Jesse out the window, and told him to go to Father D, and that I'd talk to him later.

At the moment, I needed to talk to the one person who might have an answer.

Even if he did spend most of his time drooling in front of the television.

Okay Dr. Slaski, here I come.

A/N: Once again, I'm so sorry that I took so long to update, and I'm sorry it's short, but I've had such writers block for this chapter. Anyway, review, and I'll update soon(er).

---Koizak