Here's where the story takes a different path and actually follows my original plot line for the fic.

It was two nights after the fight in the park. Robin stood in the middle of a symbol she drawn on the ground. In the middle were two interlocking diamonds. Robin had drawn a replica of the Spectre's Circle in her room. At the moment, she was just thinking to her self.

'What was Rainalia talking about when asked if I knew what orbo was. It's a substance produced by factory to protect us from a witch's craft, right? And why did Rainalia use the Circle on us without wanting us to die?" Robin thought to herself.

"It doesn't matter," she said out loud, "I just want to find out what this Circle is capable of right now."

"Well, there are better ways to do that than to kill yourself," said a voice from behind Robin.

Sitting in the windowsill, was Ghost.

"What are you doing here?" Robin said as she tensed for a fight.

"Relax. If I wanted you to die, I would have let you use the Circle just now. There's a reason why few witches use it. If anything goes wrong at all, it takes your life. No questions. I'm not happy that she used it. She came real close to dying the last time," Ghost said.

"So why did you stop me? We're trying to capture you, and you want us all to live?"

"I can't change the fact that I'm a witch, and neither can she. You just have to play the hand life deals to you. I hold no grudge against the STN-J or the American branch. All I want is to live and be left alone. The same goes for Rayna. That's why we left the US. We figured if we came here, to a place where nobody really knows us, we might live in peace. And I also compliment your computer guy. He made on hell of a difficult system to hack into," Ghost said.

"So you did hack us. That's why we had nothing on you. And about Rainalia, I'm sorry," Robin said.

"Sorry for what?" Ghost asked, "That we had to come here?"

"Yes, but that's not it. Another thing about the Spectre's Circle is the ability to feel the presence of another one being made. We knew you would come here once I drew the symbol, and while you've been here, the rest of the hunters have been in and out of your hotel room," Robin said, not meeting Ghost's eyes.

Ghost said nothing at first. Then he walked over to Robin and lifted her chin up so she was looking in his eyes.

"I hope to God you're lying to me," Ghost said as he turned and exited through the window.

Robin sat down on her bed.

"Now I wish I was too," Robin said quietly.

Back at THE hotel room

Ghost looked around the room.

'Damn,' he thought to himself.

Ghost looked the walls, and the orbo leaking out of the holes in them. He walked over to the couch that he and Rayna had been sleeping on and felt the seat. It was still somewhat warm. Slowly, he sat down on it and did something he hadn't done in years. He cried. It was always either a hunter or a witch that would take something away from him. Sitting on the couch, he fell asleep.

Inside Ghost's dream

"So, the little runt's back, huh? This should teach him a lesson," the person said.

It was a dark alley. A ten year old boy was crouching in the shadows, crying to himself. Around him were some of the Retsoobs, the dominant gang of San Diego.

"I think we let him off too easy last time. This time, we'll teach him what pain is," the guy said.

"Please, don't," the boy said, covering his head with his arms.

"It's too late for that. You had your chance to join us and you threw it away. It's time to show that nobody disrespects the Retsoobs," the person in the front said, pulling out a knife.

Next, he walked over to the boy and slashed him across the chest. Blood poured out of the cut, but it wasn't over yet. He then hit the boy upside the head with the handle of the knife then kicked him hard in the side. The boy just fell towards his now injured side, one hand on his throbbing head and the other trying vainly to stop the blood flow from his chest.

'Leave me alone, just leave me alone,' the boy cried to himself, 'I haven't done anything to hurt you guys.'

However, he knew better than to ask a Retsoob for mercy. It just made them hit harder. He vaguely remembered another blow to the head before blacking out. He probably would have died that day, but someone intervened.

Rainalia was walking down the street when she saw what was happening in the alley. She would never turn a blind eye to someone in need of help, so she went to help out the boy. She managed to get the Retsoobs to leave without too much of a hassle. She knelt down next to his unconscious form.

"I'll take care of you," she whispered as she picked the boy up and began the walk back to the orphanage.

Change of scene

"Yeah, well you know what? Why don't you do something useful for a change instead of sitting around here moping about that scar? You can't change the past!" Rayna yelled at him.

"Well, what do you want me to do? Go around and try to get sympathy from other people about something I could have prevented from happening like you do?" Ghost screamed back.

"That was not my fault," Rayna said.

"Then whose fault was it? Just going to blame Meph again?" Ghost said.

Rainalia didn't answer at first. She just looked at Ghost.

"Leave," was all she said.

"Fine. And I am not coming back. Go burn in hell Rainalia. I don't need you. I don't need anybody," Ghost said as he turned and ran out the door.

Rainalia stood there and said nothing.

"So he no longer needs me. Then I guess I can die now."

Still in dreamworld, just elsewhere

Ghost was walking down the street towards Mojo's, a place he frequented for food. He was reaching for the handle when he paused.

'Damn,' he thought to himself, 'I shouldn't have said that. I don't need to take anymore pot shots at Rayna regarding the burning of the orphanage we lived in.'

Ghost turned around and began to run back towards the apartment he and Rayna lived in. He opened the door in time to see Rayna raise the dagger she had bought him into the air. As it began its descent, Ghost ran across the room and caught it by the blade. He felt the pain as the weapon cut into his fingers.

"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled.

Rainalia just looked away.

"Damn it, answer me!" Ghost screamed again.

When she still didn't look at him, Ghost yanked the dagger out of her hand, throwing it across the room in the process, and grabbed her face with his still bloody hand. He positioned her face so that she looked directly at him.

"Look, I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier. I didn't mean to snap like that. But you need to stop blaming others for the mistakes you've made. The most important thing is not what you've done. It's what you've done about it," Ghost said, staring Rainalia right in the eyes, the rage from seeing Rayna about to kill herself subsiding.

"I just," Rainalia said, "I just don't want to be alone again."

"You'll never be alone. I will always be here for you," Ghost said.

Ghost woke with a start. His past always crept up upon him in his sleep. That past he wanted to forget. Rayna taking part of his humanity, and now the hunters taking Rayna. He looked down at his right hand, where a scar lined his fingers. The image of Rainalia about to kill herself flashed into his mind. He then ran those fingers over the scar on his chest. The Retsoob in California who had cut him. He had hardened himself to the outside world in an attempt to forget the pain he had once lived in. Ha had managed to put on a show whenever something hurt him because he figured if he acted like it didn't hurt, it wouldn't. But as always, the pain had come to him while he slept. The pain that managed to keep him chained to his past. The pain that he could no longer share with Rayna. The pain of being alone again.