Alice Lilith Fenton woke up from sleep with a start. She bolted up into sitting position, heart racing and breath quickened. She swallowed, putting a hand to her forehead. She was burning. "Oh, godd," she mumbled, letting herself fall back down onto her pillow. Her breathing slowed and her heart did too. She glared at her ceiling.

This had been happening for nearly a whole week now. Her birthday had been a week ago, actually, and that's when it started happening. She'd been having nightmares of strange beings that couldn't be alive. They would beckon her on, forward towards a figure she did not recognize. He looked like a teenager, a year or so older than her. He had ebony black hair that fell over his eyes at times. He wore blue jeans and a red and white T-shirt. He looked almost familiar but she couldn't place that face. Then he changed. It was the same boy, but different. His hair turned white and his blue eyes green. His clothes changed into a black and white jump-suit. And his voice. It was what got her the most. It sounded so familiar. That's when she would wake up. He would start to tell her something, but then she would be knocked out of sleep before he could tell her.

Alice sighed and got up. It was only eight o'clock in the morning, but she couldn't fall back to sleep after that. She tore off her pajamas and put on her regular clothes. "Time for breakfast," she mumbled, brushing her hair quickly and going out the door. Her parents were usually awake by now so they would be enough company for now. Besides, her brother, Andrew, would definitely not be a good person to talk to.

She made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Morning, guys," she said, seeing her parents sitting at the table, Danny sipping coffee and Sam drinking from a mug of hot chocolate.

"Morning, sweetie," Sam said.

"'Sup," Danny mumbled. Even his vocabulary hadn't changed much. It got on Alice's nerves, but her friends seemed to enjoy talking to him.

"Dad, please don't talk like that," she whined, making her way towards the refrigerator and opening the door.

"Talking how?" Danny asked then, looking up from the cup of coffee on the table.

"Dad, you try to be all cool and stuff without even knowing it!" Alice exclaimed, currently annoyed.

Danny looked at her blankly. "Alice," he started, "I'm not trying to be cool. You know me. I don't mess with you, and we live in peace. But you always seem to be correcting the way I am!"

"But you're so..." Alice started, getting really annoyed now. "Ugh! Just leave me alone. I'll be in my room."

With that said, Alice stormed out the kitchen and back up the stairs. Sam turned to Danny, a slight look of concern on her face. Danny looked at her and sighed. "What's on your mind?" he asked, sensing her worry.

Sam licked her lips and looked at her cup of hot chocolate. "Danny," she said. "I know I did wrong by doing so, but I stumbled upon Alice's diary while looking for dirty laundry. It fell open and, well, I couldn't help myself..."

Danny stared blankly at her. "You read her diary?' he asked then, a bit shocked to hear this.

"Yes, but, Danny, it worries me even more," Sam said, reaching out and taking Danny's hand between her own. "In it she wrote she's been having strange dreams concerning beings that seemed strangely familiar and don't seem alive."

"Ghosts," Danny said automatically. Sam nodded feebly. "But how...? Why...?"

"Danny, I don't know," Sam said. "I do know she sees you in her dreams though..."

"What?" Danny hissed quietly. Sam nodded.

"In one entry, she describes the figure as a boy with dark, black hair and blue eyes. He's wearing a white and red Tee and blue jeans," Sam said. "Then she says that he changes. His clothes change to black and white. Sound familiar?"

Danny sighed, bemused. Why would she be seeing him, as a teenager, in her dreams? Why can't he sense her with his ghost sense if what Sam is implying is that Alice might have ghost powers? Why is he asking himself all these questions. "Sam, if you think she developed powers after thirteen years of absolutely no signs of it, you're crazy," he said.

"Why is it so hard to believe?' Sam asked. "We talked about his before. If one of our children should develop powers, we were going to tell them about yours."

"But I never thought one would! Alice might not have them," he said. "We have yet to see."

"But if she does," Sam said, looking at him in the eye. "If she does have them, will you stay true to your word?"

Danny looked at her. He hated it when she got like that. He sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Fine," he said. "I promise.

"Good, now go upstairs and talk to her," Sam instructed. Danny's jaw dropped.

"That wasn't part of the plan!" he exclaimed.

"Is now, so go!" Sam said, waving him off. Danny shook his head and stood, walking out the kitchen and up the stairs.

"She is so not getting an anniversary present," he mumbled as he went. We went down the hall towards what used to be his room. It was now Alice's and totally redecorated. The NASA posters that used to litter the walls were now replaced by band posters of Trapt, The Used, System Of A Down, and many more. He paused at the door, rehearsing in his mind what he was going to say. It shouldn't be too hard since he could always just say he came up to tell her to put the music down. She was just like her mother. When she wanted to listen to music, she put the volume all the way up. At this point, the song Aerials by System Of A Down was playing. This was one of her favorite songs by them.

Danny knocked with one hand while the other wrapped around the handle of the door. "Alice," he called. No reply. He sighed, opening the door. He saw her, lying on her bed on her stomach, legs criss-crossed in the air. She was bobbing her head ever so slightly to the music. She had a sketchpad in front of her and a pencil in one hand while another rested behind her ear, tugging back her ebony black hair. Yet another pencil was tucked between her lips. No wonder all her pencils had teeth marks on them.

Danny knocked again, louder. Alice nearly jumped, turning around quickly onto her back, propped on her elbows, pencils falling from every location. Her eyes were wide in alert and her mouth slightly open. "Dad!" she exclaimed, the frightened expression turning to one of slight annoyance.