A/N: Sorry about the shortness last chapter. That was bad of me.

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Chapter 3

"What is it?" I asked Delia.

"I just need you to tell my mother I'm ok and that I love her. You see, I died abruptly."

For a 10 year old she had a nice vocabulary.

"How?" Paul asked.

Delia stopped looking at me and looked at Paul.

"Car accident. My mom lived, I didn't. She blames herself and is constantly worrying about me."

"I'm sorry." I whispered trying to imagine how my mom would feel.

"So will you help me?" She asked.

Paul and I nodded.

"Paul hand me your cell phone."

"What you're going to do it now? Here?" He asked.

"Yeah I am so give me your cell phone."

He handed it to me and I dialed information. I find it easier to just get things over with.

I cupped my hand over the receiver. "What's your moms name?" I asked Delia.

"Amanda."

I asked the operator for the number of Amanda Smithsonian in Carmel. Lucky me. Only one person living here by that name.

"Hi is this Amanda?" I asked when a woman answered. I hated this next part. It's always so difficult to pass a message from the dead to the living. I find it's better to just say what you need to say and brace yourself for any type of reaction.

"Yes it is. May I help you?"

"Yes. Ok…This is going to sound weird but its concerning your daughter Delia. She needs you to know something. She loves you and that she is Ok." I said it quickly wanting to get it over with.

"Is this a joke?" She asked.

"No ma'am. It isn't."

Delia looked alarmed. "Tell her that her little angel loves her."

"What?" I asked with my hand over the receiver.

"Just tell her!" She urged.

"Your little angel loves you…" I repeated unsure.

After a long uncomfortable pause, Amanda said, "Thank you…" I could hear her sobbing lightly in the background. "Thank you. I don't know who you are or how you know that but thank you." Then she hung up.

I gave Paul back his phone and turned to Delia and smiled.

"Thank you Suze." Delia said and she walked away, her glow getting lighter and lighter.

"That was easy." Paul said after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, really easy." I replied lost in thought. I wonder how many times I've done that. Mediated a ghost I mean.

Paul walked over to a shelf.

"Oh. Here's your box." He gestured to a dusty looking box with the name Dr. Harold Navy scribbled on it. "What are you looking for?" He asked.

"Don't know. I think he's doing an interest piece or something." I replied as he pulled the box off the self and set it on the table next to my purse.

For the next hour Paul and I searched through the box and picked out a few articles. Turns out he was this famous scientist who was working for a cure to a virus and was apparently close to figuring it out before he died. I copied the files, thanked Paul for his help, and went back to the station.

When I arrived I instantly knew something was wrong. Policemen and a ambulance where out front. I swung the car into his space (conveniently in front of the building) and ran over to my mom who was standing out front.

"What happened?" I asked her.

"Oh Suzie!" She gasped and gave me a bear hug.

"What happened? Are you ok?" I asked feeling slightly smothered.

"Its Eric… He had a heart attack while we were on air. He's being taken to the hospital right now." She released me from her death hug and looked at Eric, her co-anchor, on a stretcher being hauled into the ambulance.

"Is he going to be ok?"

"I honestly don't know." She replied.

When my mom and I got home later that afternoon she decided to go lay down and take a nap.

I also went to my room. I grabbed the cordless phone off my nightstand and climbed onto the window seat and called Jesse.

I gazed out the window as it rang. You could see the Pacific, and my school from my window. I honestly don't know how I ever lived without the beach.

"Hello?"

"Hey." I replied feeling better already because I heard his voice. Ok. I admit it. I'm head over heels with a former ghost.

"Susannah…Everything alright?" He asked.

"Yeah everything's fine. I just miss you is all." I'm such a dork.

"I miss you too Susannah. What are you doing tonight?" He asked.

I sat up so fast I almost fell over. Was Jesse going to ask me out? Did this mean he is home?

"Nothing. Why?" I asked in a rushed voice.

"Well, I'm driving back from San Jose with Father Dominic. And I wanted to see you."

He's coming home!

"So you're all done with everything up there?"

Jesse and Father Dom had gone up there to help a soul move on. From what I gathered, the ghost's family lived up there. The ghost needed Jesse and Father Dom to make sure his daughter found the new will he wrote so that all the money he had wouldn't go to his sister. Why this took them 2 weeks to sort out, I'll never understand.

"Yes quedria. It's finally done. Father Dom said I could borrow his car tonight to come see you."

God bless you Father Dominic.

Just then the call waiting went off.

"Jesse, that's the call waiting. I'll be here the rest of the day so just stop by whenever you want."

"Ok Susannah. Love you."

"Love you too." YES! He said it. Go me.

I clicked off and answered the other line.

"Hello?" I asked. I sat back down on the window seat.

"Hi is this Susannah?"

"Yes it is." I replied.

"Its Angela. I was wondering if your mother was around?" She asked sounding exasperated.

"Well she is…But she's asleep. Can I pass on a message for you?" I asked sounding extra polite.

"Um…God. There is no easy way to say this. Suze…Eric died in the hospital today. I know he and your mother were getting close…" She broke off and sniffled.

I swallowed. He and my mom did hang out a lot lately. He was a good friend of hers. I liked Eric a lot too. He was always nice to me. He thanked me whenever I brought him his coffee, unlike some people.

"I'll tell her." I answered. Feeling exhausted from all these emotions. Happy then sad…

"Thanks…Bye Susannah." She hung up without giving me a chance to say goodbye to her.

Terrific. More bad news.