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Chapter 3:

Internet and the Happy Mortician

Allison lay in her bed that night staring at the ceiling of her room. Spot had disappeared to who knows where and she was kinda glad of the peace and quiet of her room. Along with the heater that wasn't canceled out by the young man's presence there.

"I think Ise was shot." His statement drifted through her memory a few times before she sighed and rubbed her temples. Who would shoot him and why? Many of the ghosts she had worked with had passed in this way getting shot or killed violently. Yet all of them weren't as difficult as this boy. They all knew what they had to do and with her help easily got their unfinished business done. But not Spot, nope he can't remember anything. Pulling her blankets closer around her, she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, refusing to think anymore on the matter of the ghost.

"Wake up." A stern voice said from next to her. Groaning she rolled over burying herself back into her bed where it was warm. Rolling his eyes the newsboy gathered energy and ripped the blankets from the bed. "I said get up."

Yelping at the sudden loss of warmth she glared at the boy pushing her hair out of her face. Looking at the clock she groaned. "6:00 in the morning? Conlon I'm sure when you were alive this was a normal time to get up. For me… its not," Grabbing her blankets back and laid back down. "I bid you good day sir."

Closing her eyes she sighed and started to relax again just to have the curtains pulled back and her blankets ripped off. "UGH, FINE YOU SLEEP NAZI!!" She grumbled and stood walked to her dresser to grab her clothes then to the bathroom. "Don't even think about coming in here." She warned as she closed the door to take a shower, noticing Spots triumphant smirk the whole time.

20 minutes later the door was opened again and steam rolled out. Tossing her pajama's on her bed she dried her hair on the towel and brushed her teeth. "This is not happening the whole time your here. I refuse to wake up at 6 in the morning if I don't have to." She lectured at him around her toothbrush but it didn't make sense and came out as a garbled mess. Spitting out the toothpaste in the sink she did her hair and then walked out.

Grabbing a small case off of her dresser she snapped it open taking out a pair of black thick rimmed glasses and put them on not feeling like putting on her contacts. Sighing she looked at Spot. "Now what Mr. Morning person?"

Spot shrugged and looked at her with the triumphant smirk he had on earlier. "Just felt like wakin' youse up. And to tell ya, I remembah where Ise was killed."

"Where?" She asked pulling socks out of her dresser.

"Down at da docks just about 2 blocks down from the Brooklyn Bridge. That's where me and me newsies would be after hawkin' headlines."

Pulling on her socks on, she nodded. "Have you seen the newspapers on the walls out there?"

Spot nodded. "Ise sold most of 'em."

Thinking Allison pushed off the dresser and strode past Spot, ignoring that normal unearthly chill that always came when ghosts were near. Spot looked at her with one eyebrow raised. Knowing she was up to something he followed her. Opening up her door she leaned over the rail. "DAD!?" She yelled trying to figure out where he was.

"What Allie?" Her father's shouted voice from the front door.

Running down the stairs she stopped and grabbed the frames with the old newspapers. Holding one up when she got to the front door, she caught her breath. "Ok, 2 questions. Are there more of these newspapers? And do we have the internet yet?"

"Yeah, I think there's a bunch of old ones stacked in my study." Her father stated looking up from his paperwork as a black body bag was carried in on a gurney, "And yes, we have the internet." He said as an after thought.

Looking at the black bag two men pulled into a room by her father's study she blinked and turned her eyes on her father. "Was that… what… I think it was?"

"Uh yes, I should have told you this sooner, but the other reason we bought this house is it has multiple rooms and I was able to turn 2 of the rooms down here to an examination room and a few rooms into show rooms for the grieving families." Her father pointed out the rooms with a smile on his face and thanked the men that brought the body in before they left. Looking at his daughters confused face he explained. "Princess, I'm a mortician."

Blinking a few times she shook her head. "Okay… um the newspapers?" She asked again holding up the framed paper.

"Oh right follow me." Robert said as he walked to the room next to the examination room that the black bag was in. Stopping at the door of the office she leaned over and peaked into the exam room at the closed bag.

Looking at Spot out of the corner of her eye she mumbled so only he can hear. "Don't be surprised if someone shows up in my room later."

Knitting his eyebrows in confusion he nodded anyway unsure of what she meant.

"Ah ha, I knew I had them." Her father smiled picking up a huge pile from the floor in the corner and turned to her. Her mouth dropped open a bit.

"I used ta sell that much in a day." He commented proudly earning himself a small roll of Allison's eyes.

"Where did you get all of these?"

"Found them in a couple of boxes… in your room actually before we started renovating. Anyway, these are dated from 1892 to 1918." Handing her the huge stack before scratching his head. "Why so interested all of a sudden?"

With a silent 'oof' she tried to balance the pile. "Just want to…uh… to…" she hesitated trying to think of a reason for asking about them.

"Tell 'im youse wants to learn 'bout da 1899 newsboy strike." Spot said looking from her to her father.

"I wanna learn about the newsboy strike of 1899. The newspaper articles on the wall were interesting." She lied with a smile nodding a bit. Her father raised his eyebrow in suspicion but brushed it off and went into the exam room starting to close the door. "Oh," He stated sticking his head out. "If your brother wakes up before 12 tell him there's cereal and doughnuts in the kitchen. You should eat too." He stated as he shut the door.

"Right…" Was all she said before walking up the stairs slowly as to not drop the papers, she stopped half away up the steps and leaned against the wall.

Looking over her shoulder as the front door opened she smiled at Nancy who came in with snow all over her. "Hey Nancy, did you know you married the happy mortician?"

Laughing Nancy nodded and placed her keys on a rack by the door. "Yes, I knew. I also heard your father was getting a body today." She said as she shook snow off her jacket and out of her hair.

"Yeah he did. He's in there now."

Nodding Nancy walked towards the kitchen. "Would you like some tea?"

"Oh, no thanks. I have some stuff I need to work on."

"All right." Her step-mother smiled and walked through the kitchen door.

"Hurry up would ya!" Came Spots demanding voice.

Blowing her bangs out of her face, she looked up the steps to see that the young man she "shared" a room with was standing behind the railing leaning on it semi-impatiently with a smirk on his face and his blue eyes laughing at her. Glaring she pushed herself off the wall and stomped up to her room kicking her door closed as Spot was going to walk in but he just passed through the door like it wasn't even there.

"I was talking to my step-mother. Jeez you waited 109 years im sure you can wait 20 minutes." Allison fumed as she dropped the newspapers on her desk and grabbed a few. "The World, The Journal, and The Sun."

"All big newspapers of New York in da 1890's," Spot commented as he looked over her shoulder at one. "The Sun should have a couple papes about da strike."

Nodding she looked at one. Reading off a headline, "Trash Fire Next To Immigration Building Terrifies Seagulls." Looking up at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, improving da truth was a big part ta getting any money."

Nodding she pushed up her glasses. "I see."

Looking through a few more papers, she glanced at him. "Did they have obituaries?"

"Think so. But I ain't to shoah, never looked at them on account dat they wouldn't make good headlines."

"Do you remember the year you died?" She asked searching in a paper for the obituaries.

"Nah. Just remembah the docks." He said taking off his hat and putting it in his back pocket. He tapped his black cane on the ground.

"Hmmm," She thought sitting down at her desk she placed the papers in her lap and opened her laptop. Turning it on grabbed the sweater that was hanging off the back and pulled it on. "You like suck the heat out of the room." She glared at him playfully.

He snorted and stuck the cane in his belt loop.

"Excuse me?" Said a small voice from behind them.

Turning around they both saw a girl of around five maybe 6. Her soft green eyes were wide with fear.

"A little goil?" Spot asked confused.

Getting off the chair Allison walked towards the girl and slowly knelt down in front of her. "What's your name sweetie?"

"Lydia Blair Dawson." She said grabbing a handful of her muddy pink dress in her tiny fist.

"Hello Lydia, I'm Allison," She smiled at the scared little blonde and pointed behind her. "And that's Spot."

"How youse doin' kid?" He asked fiddling with the slingshot that stuck out of his right pocket.

"You talk funny mister." The child said causing Allison to laugh a little and Spot to smirk. He didn't take it to heart she's just a kid; he always had a soft spot for kids.

"I do huh?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest and giving her a playful glare. "Allison, do youse think I tawk funny?" he stated over exaggerating his accent making the little girl laugh.

"Just a bit," Allie agreed. "Lydia, how old are you?"

"I'm 6 ½" She stated proudly.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Help me with?"

"Yeah, to move on, to go to heaven."

"I need you to tell my brother it wasn't his fault." She stated looking from the Allison to Spot her smile fading into a little frown.

Nodding Allison grabbed her boots and slipped them on tying them quickly. Zipping up her coat she pulled on a black pea coat pulling the hood of her hoodie out and over the collar.

"Spot would be able to come with us?" Asked Lydia looking up at him with eagerness in her eyes.

"Ise doubt Ise can leave the house. But I'll try." He nodded at her and took her soft hand into his calloused one.

"Ready?" Allie asked as she walked towards the door chains hanging off her denim jeans clinking together.

Nodding the 2 spirits followed her out the door and down the stairs. Stopping at the door Allison turned around and walked into the kitchen. "Nancy I'm going to head out for a bit and look around the city. Is that ok?"

Looking up from the newspaper she was reading Nancy nodded. "That's all right with me just tell your father. He panics."

"Okay," Going over to the exam room that her father was in, she looked at the little girl and Spot and then back at the door. Knocking on it she waited till the door opened a bit.

"Hey princess, you need something?" Her father asked his white lab coat standing out oddly against his dark blue sweater.

"No, I was just telling you that I was heading out to look around the city." She said looking at the small body of a little girl on the table in there then at her father. Looking over his shoulder he sighed and nodded.

"Okay, just don't be out late."

Nodding she walked away as the door shut again and she took a breath. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that." She said to herself. Smiling calmly at the 2 before her she knelt down in front of the girl as if to fix her boot. "You'll need to show me where you live alright?"

"Ok." She said looking up at Spot who squeezed her hand a little with a reassuring smile. Not a smirk, but an actual smile.

"Let's go." Allison said as she left the house followed by the little girl who was stopped as Spot couldn't leave the house. Sighing he knelt down to her level.

"Ise can't leave da house," He told her calmly. "Go wit Allison make shoah she don't get in no trouble."

Smiling she nodded and walked out of the house. Getting up, Spot walked into the living room to watch the 2 girls go down the street, the small blonde leading the burgundy haired teen.

(A/N) Sorry that this chapter was late I was studying for my finals. Well this chapter was long and hopefully it's starting to speed up next chapter I will try to have it up by Saturday but I can't make any promises sorry. Thank you to those that have reviewed I really appreciate it. ^^ Happy Holidays to you all!!!