Vivi felt herself twitch. Not in confusion, anger, or fear. It was out of realization.

Lewis?

The ghost looked at her for a moment or two, then withdrew his hand. Vivi didn't even realize he held it out it in the first place. She was too busy contemplating the familiarity of his name. It felt like she knew it by heart, but she didn't know why. The bare thought of it sent chills down her spine. She looked back at the ghost in awe.

"Lewis?"

When the name slid off her tongue, she could feel butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't have been that scared, could she?...No. She couldn't. That feeling wasn't in fear at all. It wasn't the same butterflies she felt when she hid from the little ghosts, or the fear that struck through her when she was cornered into that wall. No. This was something different.

"Yes?" Lewis asked, eyes locked on her. Vivi felt silent. She didn't know why she asked for his attention in the first place. Maybe she just wanted to say his name?

"Were you..." She started, eyes slowly coming into contact with his. "-Apart of our gang?"

"Yes." He replied. "I was."

The ghost didn't hesitate at all. From what she could tell, he seemed to have all the answers. She wanted to know why the existence of ghosts was possible, but she felt that Lewis had answers that mattered more to her. That they had something to do with the Mystery Skulls team. It couldn't have just been her and Arthur all this time, could it?

Lewis noticed the silence between them. It was more than likely that she was thinking, so he didn't take it in a bad way. Looking to the ghosts, he said. Light the candles downstairs, and make some tea.

What would you like? A ghost levitated beside him. Lewis' eyes darted back to Vivi. She always liked lemon, didn't she? He remembered quite fondly on how she'd ask for it at restaurants. Turning back to the ghost, he gave him his orders and it flew into the direction of the stairs. The feeling of it flying past her made Vivi shiver.

"Come." Lewis spoke, walking down the hallway and motioning for her to follow. Vivi hesitated at first, but made her way slowly behind him. He watched her eye all the paintings they'd pass. Her eyes were lit up more than they previously were. He was sure that, within time, she'd probably have a big grin on her face. She always loved these spooky kinds of things.

"Where are we going?" She asked. Lewis looked back at her and replied:

"Downstairs in the lobby. You can ask me everything you'd like then."

She felt her heart practically leap out of her chest. She was FINALLY getting answers! Maybe all of this confusion would finally leave her life, and she'd have no problems mystery solving anymore! The bare thought of that excited her to no end. Things were going to be normal again.

Lewis led her down the staircase and to said lobby. There were two comfortable couches there, and a fireplace was lit across from them. In the middle was a table, which currently held a tray with teacups. The miniature ghosts were filling it with some hot tea. The scent of it made Vivi feel warm.

One of the ghosts grabbed a cup and offered it to her. She took it and smiled, taking a sip. She recognized the flavor.

"Ooh," She took another sip. "This tastes really good! I love lemon tea!"

"I'm glad you like it." Lewis replied, taking a seat on the couch across from her. One of the ghosts offered a cup to him. He gave it a look. They understood, and scoffed in return. What? I'm trying to be polite!

Lewis rolled his eyes, but took the cup from him. He didn't have time to argue with them now. The best thing he could do was humor them. The ghost had a satisfied smile when he took it, and flew back into the kitchen to fetch some more. Vivi set her empty cup back on the tray.

"So," She said, eyes locking with his. "If you were apart of our crew...what did you do?"

"Well." Lewis pushed away a ghost that tried nibbling on his suit. "I carried our equipment around and took care of anything else that was heavy. I also took good care of the van. I was the one who drove it everywhere."

When she heard the word 'heavy', Vivi let out a gasp. She recalled the memories on discussing with Arthur about that. Neither of them lifted any of the heavy things they did in the past. Could it have been...him? Arthur kept reminding her that they weren't making enough off from Mystery Skulls, and it was because they lacked something. Vivi realized that, now, they weren't missing anything. Just someone. Maybe that was Lewis?

She looked up and saw the surprised look of the ghost. Immediately, she waved her hands in front of her with a nervous smile. She said, "I-I'm sorry! I just remembered something, is all."

Lewis was pretty satisfied with that answer. To him, it meant that she was one step closer to remembering about him. He readjusted himself on the cushions and rested his skull in his hand. Pretty soon, she'd be able to remember everything if this kept going on. He just couldn't push everything to her so suddenly.

Vivi watched the mini ghosts fly back into the room and refill the cups. She gave them another smile and eagerly dove back into the tea, savoring the sweet flavor of it. It was so warm. She must have been freezing from earlier!

"Lewis?" She asked and set down her cup. "How important were you to us? The gang, I mean."

He fell silent for a moment or two. That was one question he had to think about. After a moment's thought, he shrugged. "I can't really say. Because of what happened, I can't assume I was that important."

Vivi gave him a confused look. "After what happened?"

"I think you should ask Arthur that, when you have a chance." He retorted. Vivi felt the tension get a bit heavier upon mentioning him. She narrowed her eyes in thought. Didn't she ask him that before?

"I did," She replied, and looked at him. "But I'm guessing you have a different story?"

"Not different," He replied and crossed his arms. "Just a matter of the truth. What did he tell you?"

"He told me..." She tried to remember his words correctly. "...That nothing happened, he didn't know you, and that everything was okay."

Vivi realized, upon saying it, how ludicrous it was. Why on Earth did she believe something like that!? She wasn't THAT stupid, was she? Clearly, something must have happened for him to lose his arm! Why didn't he want to tell her the real story?

"He wants you to believe that." Lewis replied. "Trust me. It's a bunch of lies. What he said back at that shack was, too."

Vivi held her head in her hands. Normally, she wouldn't believe that and would object to it, but reality was slapping her back in the face. Arthur was a nervous wreck when it came to talking about the past, and he always seemed to hide something from her. It was only when she'd ask about his arm and the gang that he'd hesitate and blurt out different answers to. How could she be so naive?

"You're right." Vivi agreed, and looked back at him. "What REALLY happened?"

That was something he'd been waiting for her to ask for months. As much as he wanted to sit there and tell her that Arthur killed him...he couldn't. Arthur and Vivi were pretty good friends from what he remembered, so it'd seem like a lie coming out of his mou-...erm...words.

"I can't tell you." He said. "However, I can show you."

With that, he took the beating, blue heart off from the left side of his chest. He nudged it in the air, and it started to levitate towards Vivi. Much like the same night when they first stumbled upon the mansion. Some of the ghosts followed it and stared in awe. When it reached her, it halted in mid-air. Vivi reached up and grabbed it, then gave him an unsure look.

"Open it," He instructed. Vivi looked back at the heart held in her hands. It felt colder than the ghosts did, and the crack lining down the middle of it was pretty sharp. Taking a deep breath in preparation for whatever she was she going to see, she then pressed the opening with her thumb. She felt it slid open, but could not look inside it because a flash of pink blinded her eyes. Everything turned white.

Three teens and one dog sped down the road in the Mystery Skulls van. In the front sat Mystery, accompanied by Vivi in the middle, and a purple figure in the driver's seat. Arthur was set in the back and stared out the window with an upset look. Why was he sad? And who was the guy next to her?

The van made a stop in front of the cave. Vivi recognized it, and watched the three get out of the van and let Arthur out in the back. His body was shaking and he looked around in fear. He didn't seem any different than he was now. Mystery trotted happily next to herself and the other figure, whom she assumed to be Lewis. The three of them entered the cave, Lewis and Vivi entered the cave, holding hands, and Arthur followed behind them. Why did they hold hands?

It was dark. She watched Lewis grab a torch off from the wall and lead the gang forward. She was happy, Lewis was in awe, and Arthur was scared of his wits. He held onto Lewis in the midst of panic, and they reached a fork in the road. Lewis went along with Arthur, and Vivi told Mystery to follow her. He watched the other two walk uphill with hesitation. Why did Mystery not follow her?

She went deeper into the caverns, blindly looking around and thinking Mystery was following her. She remained down there to observe it, and Arthur was following Lewis closely on the upper level. Torch held in his hand, he noticed the path ended on a hill that out looked the rest of the cave. He stood on the edge to see the depths of the cavern, and the Arthur walked in closely behind him, arm extended outwards. What was he doing?

A quick flash, and Lewis was falling from the edge. He headed down to the stalagmites erected upwards from the cavern. He landed and was followed by the sound of his clothes being shred, bones pierced, and torch dropped. Something else in the distance fell, too. What was it?

Words flashed through her mind.
Lewis.
Together.
He saw.
He killed.
His arm.

A sharp gasp escaped her throat. The room was silent. The only thing she could hear was the sound of the heart closing in her hand. Her eyes looked to the capsule, but she could not move. It took a moment of regaining her control in order for her to breathe. And, when she did, tears started to stream down her face.

Lewis got out from his chair and slowly made his way towards her. None of the ghosts moved from their place. He got on his knee and gave her a look of concern, giving her as much space as he could. When he saw her start to shake, he asked, "Vivi?"

"L...Lewis..."

She dropped the heart and hid her face in her hands, sobbing. It didn't land on the floor, but instead returned to Lewis' chest in its regular place. The ghosts started to levitate towards her in worry. Lewis sharply turned to them and thought. Give her some space.

They backed off. He turned to her and saw that she removed her hands. Tears were still falling, and her glasses were fogged up. Her body was still shaking. Her eyes met with his and she inhaled sharply. She opened her mouth to say something, but ended up choking instead and hid her face again. Lewis was about to comfort her before she suddenly jumped into his arms and knocked him on the floor.

Vivi laid on top of him with her head on the carpet next to his skull. His hands were extended outwards in surprise, and he could feel her shaking on his chest. Some of the ghosts were staring at them in surprise from the ceiling. She choked. "Y-You're...a-alive..."

Lewis realized what was happening. He placed an arm on her back for comfort, and shooed away the ghosts that were above them. Vivi held him tighter and let out a few more sobs. He could have sworn he felt his heart crack even more when he felt her tears drip onto his suit. He placed a supportive hand on the back of her head before sitting upwards and setting her onto his lap. She buried her face into his chest and held him tighter.

It was a shame that was he dead. Otherwise, he'd be crying with her and would actually feel warm in her touch. So he sat there and held her instead, listening to her weeping and keeping her close to him. It seemed as if forever until the tears started to dry and her sobs died down. When he looked at her, she was staring at the carpet in silence.

He asked, "Vivi?

She looked at him, eyes still red and puffy from crying. She asked, "Y-Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

He could feel her grip on him loosen a bit. She sat back and wiped her nose, staring at the floor. She replied. "Yeah. I think so..."

Lewis wiped the tears off from her cheeks and she looked up at him. There was a moment of silence between them as they took in the sight of the each other. He hadn't seen her like in this in awhile. She didn't cry that often when he was alive, but he always there to comfort her whenever she did. He was used to seeing her so happy and carefree. It pained him to see her like this again.

"Lewis?" She asked. "H...How are you alive?"

He felt her hand come into his, and he softly gripped it. He caressed it with his thumb. He said, "I'm not, really. Things went black for awhile, and then I woke up here. I've been like this ever since."

Vivi looked down at their hands and gripped his tighter. It was comforting to feel him with her again. How on Earth could she forget him? He was a big part of her life. Maybe his sudden death is what caused her to have amnesia? And, if that was the case, how come no one wanted to tell her? Why didn't Arthur?

"Well," She said, closing her eyes for a moment and choking back tears. "I...I'm glad...you're...s-still h-here..."

She felt his thumb wipe the tears from her eyes. She looked up at him and saw the most caring and sympathetic look anyone has given her for a long time. A whole mix of emotions filled her, and she wasn't sure what to focus on at that point. But did any of it really matter? Lewis was here, and that's all she needed.

Holding him as tight as she could, she closed her eyes and said. "I love you, Lew Lew."

Lewis froze when he felt her hold him and hear those words again. It seemed like an eternity since he's heard them. Wrapping his arms around her and resting his skull on her head, he replied. "I love you, too, Vivi."