Chapter 4: Planes

"Man, I miss the private jet right now." The first hour was quite the adjustment for Morgan. No window seat, no leather, no space to walk or stretch around. It was him between an old woman and a teenage boy currently groveling over a stewardess.

"Speak for yourself, this is fun." Says Spencer opening an overhead compartment. Then another, and then another. Rushing up the aisle the stewardess is shocked at how easy they keep opening.

"This is just the strangest. They've never done this before, they seem secure." As she turns her blonde hair away, he quickly opens the compartment once more. "Think I'm being spooked?" She directly stares at Morgan. He gives a nervous laugh and proceeds to respond.

"I doubt that, but if it were true, I'm sure the spirit is just trying to get your attached because they're captivated by you're beauty."

"PFT! No, I'm not Morgan."

"You're sweet!" She gives him a smile and continues up the aisle. Out of spite Spender once again opens the overhead compartment.

"I am not captivated. So there." The blonde stops midway up the row and turns as the cabinet opens once more, her eyes are wide. A nearby passenger immediately raises from his seat and slams down the compartment several times.

"There ma'am, hopefully that'll keep it down."

"Here's hoping."

"I'm dead, I can't be seen or heard." Spender then proceeds to go up to the front of the aisle. Just pacing back and force. "How many more hours, Morgan."

"Two." Came the shaking response from the four year old boy glaring next to him. "Two more hours sir." He looked down at the boy.

"You can see me?"

"Yes." The boy responds.

"Honey, who are you talking to?" His mother takes out her iPod and asks.

"No one…" The boy turns away. Spencer stares at him another moment and then back to Morgan who is as shocked as he is.

"I guess I'll stop opening the cabinets."

"Thank you." Both Morgan and the boy announce at the same times. Only a few patrons turn back to stare.

"Sorry if I scared you… I'm new to this whole "dead thing."'

Two hours later the plane landed, luggage was either lost or claimed, and a little boy still stared at Spencer while holding his mother's hand as they waited for more luggage to be unloaded.

"Thomas stay here, Mommy is just going to go get our luggage."

"He'll be fine ma'am." With that Derek showed his credentials, which made his mother feel safe.

"How'd you die Sir?"

Spencer looked down. "I'm not really sure."

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Not many people can see you."

"Do you see a lot of these guys, kid?" Morgan asks.

"No, but he's bright, and seems nice, so I don't mind." He takes a breath and a quick look around "She's coming back now, but just follow the light when you see it. "

With that he quickly turned away to reconnect with him Mom.

"But if I follow the light who says I'll be able to come back…" Derek looked at his friend after his last statement. Making the motion to move towards the door, he began walking.

"Well Reid, let's see if anyone else on the team can see you, or at least see if they're the same people we know."