Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible. I do own a birthday coming up. Yay me.

Ron slid off his shoes and lay down on his bed. A heavy sigh left his lungs and slowly emerged from his mouth. Today had been good. The ride with Shego, Bonnie trying to include him, Tara wanting to slide up close to him, and most of all Yori was here. This was a small balance to the loss of Kim, but it did help, till now.

He started to relax and the oppressive lonliness swarmed upon him. Depressions dark claws pierced him and clung to him. The sea of self-loathing tried to pull him under with its riptide of hatred. Ron sat up trying to drive the feelings away from his mind.

He could go across the street to Yori. She would help, Ron thought. He stopped himself at the door. She would be getting ready for the party. Probably in the shower, the water beading down her body. Ron reluctantly shook the image from his head. He saw the cheer squad call list and Tara's name was highlighted, with a star.

He sat down at his desk and picked up the phone. He dialed the numbers slowly, oh so slowly. The ring came through followed by another. There was a click. "Hello, this is Tara. I can't take your call. Leave a message and I will call you back. Mwha."

"Great an answering machine, she probably went to help Bonnie set up."

He looked down and there was the box that Yori had given him from Sensei. He opened it up again. The medallion was small, almost insignificant. He lifted the medallion up by the silver chain. Its weight was more than its size should allow. He undid the clasp and stretched the chain around his neck and closed the clasp onto the loop. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

Opening his eyes he saw, "Everything is the same. It must be a joke of Sensei's. Though I have to admit that it does look cool, stylish, but not too bling. Guess I need to get ready to go." He shuffled to the bathroom and started the water for a shower. Shortly he got out of the shower and cleared the condensed vapor from the mirror. Sighing again at the lack of a need to shave he left the bathroom.

He pulled out a clean pair of cargo pants and put them on. Sighing again while looking for a clean shirt he found a long sleeve red shirt and pulled a black jersey over it. Having dressed he flopped onto the bed and closed his eyes and relaxed.

"Ron? Ron can you hear me?"

His eyes flew open and he was sure that the grief had thrust him over the edge of the cliffs of sanity. In front of him was nothing, but he had heard Kim. He knew he did, not a recording, but her own voice. He closed his eyes and put his head back on the bed.

"Don't panic, Ron. Keep your eyes closed. You had finally heard me like this." Her voice had a lilting songlike quality to it. She had used that voice when she was trying to calm an animal down out of a tree, or a scared child. Ron swore he felt her fingers on his temples, lightly massaging them as she did when he tried to force himself to learn something and failed. It always relaxed him, relaxing he breathed deep and smelled the scent of strawberries.

"KP?" he asked as he opened his eyes slightly and saw her green eyes looking at him, and then he saw through them.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, Ron. Don't panic. I don't know what is different, but you can actually hear me now. I have been trying to get you to hear me. I don't know what's different this time but I don't want to lose it."

"Kim, if I can see you… Does that mean… That I am…"

"I don't think so. Trust me you would know if you were." She turned from him and tried to sit on the bed. She failed and sat through it. Looking up she saw Ron's eyes enlarge. "Sorry, I am still trying to get used to this."

"It's okay, Kim. Is there a reason that you are haunting me? Did I do something to piss you off? I know… It's my fault that you are dead… if I hadn't twisted my ankle then you would still be alive."

"RON!" the voice came across like the sound of traffic given voice. Kim panicked when she saw his face. She moved to his side and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sorry, sorry, and sorry. I am learning how to control it. Don't be afraid of me, Ron. I need you."

Ron tried to put his arms around her and failed as they kept going through her. "Whatever you need, KP, you know that. I am just a bit on the freaked side."

"It's okay. You are going to be late to Bonnie's party. And you are going to tell me more about this Yori, right?"

"Yes, and… to do that I would have to break my promise not to tell any living… Yes I will tell you all about her also. Want to come along?"

"I don't think I have worked up to the chain rattling, but it could be fun."