Lynn sat back and let her mind wander for a moment. She could only imaging what her old friend Celeste Kane would say about the wheels of heaven stopping on a dime to accommodate Veronica Mars.

The words drifted through Lynn's mind in Celeste's voice: Oh, if there was a television show about Neptune I'm sure they'd want to call it Veronica Mars! I swear! That girl just thinks she's the center of the universe!

Lynn exhaled an imaginary breath and looked at her watch. She jumped up and made her way towards the jump zone. "Alright. Meg, Aaron… We're sending both of you down… This is going to be a rough ride but we've got no choice. Aaron, you can act independantly until we need you but then you're on our time. And, if either of you miss your schedualed return trip… You're stuck there. Except you Aaron…"

"I know." He swallowed tearsely. "They'd send someone for me… Or something."

"Okay!" Lynn called out as the wind began to swirl and lightning began to crackle. "Good Luck!" She called out, but the sound was lost.

Then, a great blue flash of lightning struck them and they vanished.

The astral plane rose to its feet clapping and whooping with success.

"Good luck." Lynn said in a whisper. "Good luck."

Somewhere below, a man on a rooftop – who happened to be dressed like Santa – blinked twice and rubbed his eyes.

For just a moment he thought he had seen a silent bolt of blue lightning touch down in the middle of the street.

Aaron and Meg arrived with an unceremonious thud as they landed on their butts in the middle of the street. Aaron stood up quickly and helped Meg to her feet.

"Where… I thought this was suppose to put me in her bed room. Which … Which house is it?" Meg peered around.

"God help me… I think it's the house with the 'Nascar Forever' bumper sticker in the driveway." Aaron pointed. "It says Mackenzie on the mailbox."

Meg eyed him. "Don't be a snob." She pulled away from him. "Thank you for the help, but I think you should be going now."

Aaron nodded twice and sobered his thinking. "Of course."

And Meg turned, hiked up her dress, and paraded right up through the wall in to Mac's… Bathroom.

Two left turns later she was standing over the sleeping Mac and she reached her astral form out to shake Mac's astral form awake.

Mac's eyes shot open as her spirit departed her body… Then she fell through the bed frame and landed on the floor.

Meg sat stunned, barked a little laugh and reached in to the bed, grabbing Mac's hand and helping her up.

When they finally faced each other Mac stuttered. "T-thanks… I.." Then she narrowed her eyes. "You're…"

"I'm Meg. Veronica's dead friend and mother of Duncan's love child." She did a little curtsy.

Mac crossed her arms but laughed. "I'm Mac. Switched at Birth Abuse Victim." She gave a little wave.

"I know." Meg confessed. "It's why I'm here."

"Why is that?" Mac raised an eyebrow.

"Check it out." Meg smiled and pointed at the bed, drawing Mac's attention to her sleeping form.

Mac stood shocked, staring down at herself. She even pinched her own arm and failed to wake up.

"Sorry Girl." Meg told her. "But you're due to be Scrooged."

"Excuse me?" Mac shook her head in disbelief.

"Trust me." Meg told her. "I'm here to do the Ghost of Christmas Past thing. Then you've got two more ghosts coming tonight."

"Okay…" Mac looked between Meg and her own unconcious form on the bed.

Meg's eyes began to tear up. "And you know why we're here, don't you?"

Mac wanted to say "Bad salad dressing from the back of the fridge?" But she refrained.

Meg walked over and made Mac look her in the eye. "Mac… We know about the pills."

Aaron pumped his arms and legs as he tore down the road. In his action adventure days he had thought that he could actually do those things he pretended to do in the movies.

But now, even with an astral body that did not tire and could not be harmed, he felt sadly lacking in his ability to save a life tonight.

A few moments later he saw the car in the parking lot and he dove right through the front doors of the corporation and down it's almost empty hallways.

The office was empty and Aaron spun in confusion. Slow down… Think! He told himself.

Suddenly a toilet flushed and a small door at the back of the office opened to reveal…

"You Bastard!" Aaron exclaimed. "You killed me!"

"Holy Shit." Clarence Weedman, Head of Security for Kane Software, said softly. "I'll be damned."

"I hope so!" Aaron continued.

"What the f…" Clarence began.

"Oh, what's the use." Aaron threw his hands up in the air. "Don't soil yourself… I'm not here to get revenge from beyond the grave or anything…"

"You're not." Clarence said, accepting the fact.

"No… There's a really long waiting list for that." Aaron said, rubbing his chin as though lost in thought.

"This is it." Clarence said out loud. "This is a psychotic break, isn't it? Guilt and … and…"

"BOO!" Aaron screamed and Clarence jumped with a start. "Real enough for you now?"

"What do you want?" Clarence asked, watching Aaron walk through his desk as he approached him.

"I want us to stage a Christmas Miracle Clarence. I want you to save a life."

"Whose life?" He asked cautiously.

"Your own." Aaron met his eyes. "Because Duncan Kane would have you killed if he thought for a minute that Veronica Mars died because of you."

"I am in no way threatening Ms. Mars." He said, the confusion obvious on his face.

"But you're not exactly saving her either, are you?" Aaron pressed. "She's in danger and as of now, you know about it."

Clarence met his eyes. "And I take it that you would make this known to Mr. Kane should I fail to act?"

Aaron looked at him with a cold, hard gaze. "I think it would be safer to believe that I've already told him so and just proceed from there, don't you?"

And Clarence bit his lip and dropped his gaze.