Hello, Earthlings! We're back to Norman's point of view, and I know I said this story will have Coraline in it, and it will, she'll just come later. After... well, big things. Hope you guys are enjoying, please don't forget to review! OK, here we go! (Also, HAPPY NATIONAL INTROVERT WEEK! :)

Norman's P.O.V. (In case you didn't read the above, you lazy people)

Norman stirred and tried to move his hands to his head. Wait, he couldn't move. What was going on? His eyes flew open and he looked around wildly. He was tied to a chair, and it was dark, but he could still see okay. Norman struggled against the ropes, but it didn't do any good. The ghost must have taken him. Was Neil okay? Maybe he was awake by now.

"Hello?" Norman called out. "You're awake," A raspy voice answered.

"Are you Gerald Seal?" Norman called out bravely. The voice chuckled bitterly.

"I was, once."

"Why didn't you move on? More importantly, why am I here? What do you want with me?"

"So many questions," Gerald commented. Norman coughed nervously.

"Are you going to answer them? Or are you going to hurt me, or something?" Again Gerald laughed, a dry rasp that stuck out like a sore thumb in the night.

"Why would I want to hurt you? If I wanted to, don't you think I would've already?"

"Maybe you wanted me to suffer and be awake for it."

"You think I'm like that?"

"Well, you did rape a guy, and that was before you died." His humorless laugh echoed around the room.

"That's what they said I did? That's how people remember me?"

"Well, yeah. If you didn't rape him, then what did happen?"

"You sure ask a lot of questions for someone that's tied to a chair."

"Well, that's how you find things out. And I'm curious." Gerald sighed.

"Well, I found I liked men a year before they killed me. I had met a man. He was beautiful, and I loved him. Every day for a year I tried to get up the courage to talk to him, to tell him, and when I finally did, he was drunk. We got into bed together that night, and when he woke up that morning, he ran out so fast, you would've thought I was a giant ant or something. He told everyone I had raped him and that night, the townsfolk murdered me. I watched them through the years, and they were never convicted of anything. In fact, the police helped with my murder. What do you have to say in their defense, young seer?"

"I'm so sorry. But, you must know that the people who you killed later had nothing to do your death."

"It wasn't my death I killed them for. They had been mean. Mean to people like you and me."

"They might've made mistakes, but that doesn't mean they deserved to die. No one deserves to die. Especially you. That should've never happened, and the world is working to make up for this kind of thing. We're doing better. At least, I think we are."

"Are they? I can see the pain and injustice from others that stain your soul like coffee on a garment. You've been hurt. By the chubby one that is here with us, no less. Why did you spare him? I can see the power you hold, and you should've burnt him to a crisp. But you didn't. Why?"

"I forgave him. He's been my best friend for many years, and I refused to give up on our friendship for one disagreement. That's why."

"But you still disagree with him."

"He's scared. That's why I haven't told him that I'm still practicing." Norman grunted frustratedly.

"Could you please untie me? This is really uncomfortable." The ghost chuckled again.

"Heh, nope. You know I'm not going to hurt you, but they don't. And, I don't need you getting in my way when I kill them."

"What?!" Norman exclaimed.

"Yep. Ah, here they come now!" Norman blinked owlishly in confusion.

"They? I- mph!" Norman was interrupted when a pair of hands reached in front of him and gagged him, shutting him up effectively. Neil came into view, accompanied by Dipper and Mabel.

"Norman!" They all cried simultaneously. They rushed forward but stopped when Norman felt a cold, sharp metal press against his throat.

"I swear if you touch one hair on his head..." Mabel threatened. Her hand clenched into fists, and Neil joined her.

"Please," Dipper begged. "What do you want us to do?"

Gerald pointed at the wall, and commanded, "Weapons over there; line up on wall." His speech was slurred, and Norman realized he must a be a tremendously strong spirit to tell them that much. Never the less, he made noises through the gag in protest, trying to tell them what Gerald was going to do, but they did it anyway. Gerald walked over, and Norman felt the familiar warmth grow in his chest. Summoning all his strength, he pushed that warmth to his fingertips. Green lighting shot out of his fingertips and encircled the ghost, trapping it in its clutches. Norman focused and the lightning grew closer and closer around Gerald until he and the lighting disappeared altogether.

'Goodbye, Gerald,' he thought. Dipper and Mabel stood there staring at him for a second until he cleared his throat under the gag. Mabel quickly rushed over and took the gag off and started to untie the ropes, but Dipper commanded her to stop.

"Why?" She asked. "He just saved us. We should untie him, right? Neil, are you with me on this?"

Neil just turned away and ignored her. "Mabel, he's one of the things we hunt," Dipper reminded her.

"What?! He's a human! Just like us!" She protested. Dipper shook his head.

"I knew we shouldn't have trusted him. He's dangerous." Norman scoffed.

"Oh, yeah. Because tying me up is going to stop me from hurting you, just like it stopped me from sending the ghost to the afterlife." Mabel chuckled in spite of the tense situation.

"He's got a point, Dipper. Don't you think if he could've hurt us, he would've already?" Dipper narrowed his eyes.

"It still makes me feel better if he remains tied up." Norman's shoulders slumped in exasperation. He rolled his eyes."So you're just going to leave me like this? Tied up to a chair when there are going to be multiple high school students coming through here? Am I that dangerous to you?" Neil stomped over and glared at him.

"Yes, you are. You said you would stop and I trusted you. I trusted you, Norman. So yeah, let the high schoolers have their way with you." Dipper stopped his pacing and turned to Neil.

"What?!" He demanded.

"Yeah, Neil. Why don't you tell Dipper here about Alvin's favorite activity?" Norman snarked. Neil looked down.

"Neil, I know I lied and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have, and I know it. I just... You're the only person I would have left. Ever since last year, you've been the only one to stick with me. I had to train in case we got into a situation like this. You're my best friend." Neil sighed.

"I shouldn't have even thought of leaving you here with Alvin. I'm so sorry. I'm scared for you. What if you turn out like Aggie?"

"That's the difference between me and Aggie, though. She didn't know how to control it, and I do. If I stop practicing, I lose that control. I don't want to lose that control. If I do, that's when I turn into Aggie. He helped me understand that." Norman sighed and looked at Dipper and Mabel.

"If you want to, you can untie me from the chair and retie me, if you want to. I won't try to stop you, and I won't try to run away either. Or you can leave me here. Your choice." Mabel glared at Dipper.

"We are not leaving him here." Dipper raised his hands in submission.

"I agree with you that much, Mabel. But, we are keeping him tied up." Norman and Mabel rolled their eyes but said nothing. Dipper untied him from the chair and Norman stood there obediently as he retied him. They walked out to the car and Neil put a hand on Norman's shoulder.

"Dipper? Mabel?" He asked. "Would you be okay with Norman riding in your car? I need some time to think."

Dipper looked at Mabel, who shrugged. "Sure," He said. Mabel nodded, and Norman followed them to their car. Dipper opened the door for him and he climbed in. Mabel and Dipper climbed in the front seats and Dipper started the engine. As soon as he began driving, both Dipper and Mabel started asking questions.

"When did this all start?" Dipper.

"Are you psychic?" Mabel.

"What else can you do?" Dipper, again.

"Can you make Dipper drive off the side of the road?" I bet you can't guess who that was.

"Well?" They asked at the same time. "Are you going to answer?"

At this point in time, Norman was thoroughly freaked out. "Um, yes?" He squeaked. Norman shook his head as if shaking off the confusion.

"Okay, one at a time. Dipper, you first, and keep in mind, I have the right to refuse to answer some of your questions, alright?" Dipper huffed.

"Fine. Besides the 'Sith lightning', what else can you do?" Norman cleared his throat.

"Well, I can see ghosts and the 'Sith lightning', as you put it, can harm and kill everything, especially birds."

"OK, well-"

"Me next!" Mabel interrupted. "Are you psychic?"

Norman blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Can you read my mind if you wanted to right now?"

"No. Dipper?"

"When did this all start?"

"I've been able to see ghosts as long as I can remember, and I discovered I could use my powers in that concentrated form three months ago. Mabel?"

"Ca-"

"I can't make Dipper drive off the side of the road."

"I thought you said you weren't psychic!"

"I can't. I just remembered you asked that earlier."

"Oh."

"Any other questions, Mabel?"

"I thought it was Dipper's turn."

"You didn't ask a question."

"Oh. Okay. Who is Aggie?"

"I said I have the right to refuse any questions. That is one- agh!" Norman yelped as the car turned sharply and he fell over.

"Norman?" Dipper asked. "Are you okay?"

"Yep. Just slight technical difficulties, what with being tied up and all."

"We'll untie you when we get there, Norman." Norman struggled to regain his position and glared at Dipper through the rearview mirror. Dipper smiled and chuckled a little, then went back to driving.

"Any other questions?"

"Mabel and I will come up with more later. We always do. For now, we're here." Norman looked out the window at the motel. Dipper parked the car and let Norman out, while Mabel beat them to the motel doors and opened them for Norman. Norman sighed in exasperation, and Dipper untied him.

"Thanks," He drily remarked.

"No problem," Dipper cheerily replied, either ignoring Norman's sarcasm or blissfully unaware of it, Norman wasn't sure. He swung the door open, and they were inside.