It had been one week since Spencer had seen Billy. Where had he gone? Spencer was

beginning to think he had gone home, perhaps on account of his exclusion of him. Glummly, he

sat down at his seat. He kind of missed having Billy around now. His pranks, and teasing, it

was all too calm for Spencer to re-adjust to. Perhaps he would call Billy later? He did have a

phone. It would be easy to apologize. Maybe Billy would even come back? Spencer layed his

head on his desk and sighed. He didn't want to work on this school assignment anymore. Not

without his best friend. Suddenly, there was a knock on his door. Spencer sat up and answered

it.

"Who is it?"

"Spencer, honey, you've got visitors!"

Spencer frowned. Visitors? Who could possibly be wanting to visit him?

"Some nice boy named Andy says he wants to play with you!"

Oh, it was Randy. Spencer got up, and opened the door. His Aunt Claire stood there, giving him

the same cheery and bright smile she was practically born with. Spencer gave a fake smile

back, hoping she would leave. After a short, awkward silence, she moved aside, and went

downstairs. Spencer peeked over the banister, and say Randy. Randy, who seemed to be

caught in one of Aunt Claire's many "Yarn traps" looked up and waved. Spencer went

downstairs to go and help Randy escape the tangled, wooly mess. Grabbing a pair of scissors

as he went, he began to cut the yarn. As he did, Randy tried to start a conversation.

"Erm, hey Spencer! What's up?"

"Nothing much, nothing much..."

"Yeah...so, I just came to see if you were alright. You know? You seemed kind of bummed at

school today."

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Just one of my...cousins."

"Cousins?"

Spencer paused for a moment, before cutting the last strand.

"My cousin...Billy."

Randy gave Spencer a quick, skeptical look. He stepped out of the yarn and folded his arms.

"You going through a rough patch or something?"

"You could say that."

Just then, Aunt Claire peeped out from behind a corner, wearing that same grin upon her rosy

face.

"Spencer! Would you and your little friend like some apple juice?"

Spencer tried his best not to scoff at the idea of drinking from juice boxes like a five year-old, and laughed nervously. He looked at Randy, who shook his head.

"N-No thanks Aunt Claire!"

"Okay, but I'll leave them on the table in case you do later!"

And with that, she walked away.

"Is there somewhere else we could possibly talk?"

Randy asked, shivering. Spencer pointed upstairs and nodded.

"The attic. That's the one place she won't go."

The two went upstairs, climbied into the attic, and got themselves situated. Spencer was able to dig up two rolls of bubble wrap to serve as chairs. The two sat down, and began to talk.

"About this Billy guy...?"

"He's my cousin. Really distant cousin, but still my cousin."

"You know, I used to like this rock star named Billy."

"You mean...Billy Joe Cobra?"

"Yeah! How'd you know?"

"I guess you could say I'm a fan of his."

Spencer shrugged. He wondered what Billy would say if he had heard that. Randy meanwhile, was busy taking mental notes of the conversation. He had to admit, he felt sort of bad, spying on a kid who seemed relitively cool. But, he had to if he wanted discover what he was planning, he being the Sorcerer. He had a sneaking suspicion about Spencer being conected to the ghost Howard saw, if he did see any ghost, the whole backpack dilema from when Spencer first arrived, and the 'Visitor' from the following day. Randy was determined on finding out just what this ghost thing was about, and who was behind it. Suddenly, he heard a loud cry from outside.

"SPENCER!"