"So you saw a real ghost?"
"Looks like it," Fred answered.
The five members of Mystery Inc. were perched on beds or flopped in chairs, all the listeners looking at the single bed next to the window, the one on which Fred and Velma were sitting.
Velma took the baton from Fred and carried on the talking, watching Daphne carefully as she did.
"She was somehow… familiar; I don't know how to explain it. Like I'd seen her on TV or something. But how could I have seen her that way? Ohio's about a day's drive away, and I've never been here before."
She fiddled a little with her hands, then quickly went back to her normal mindset, that it was all silly and it was all completely explainable by science.
"The feeling of déjà vu is a little hard to explain. I don't know what to think… She can't be a ghost, they don't exist, and yet I can't think of any scientific explanation for what we saw."
Fred sighed. Daphne rolled her eyes at Velma.
"Velma, Lily Roper is almost definitely dead! She couldn't have been anything but a ghost- you saw her, Freddy saw her, she was fifteen when she disappeared and you said she looked exactly the same as the pictures taken of her on her vacation. Use your heart instead of your head for a change! This is a real ghost, probably one of our first, and we need to steer away from our usual thinking and become- well, become more open to the spirit world!"
Velma couldn't help snorting with laughter. Fred looked away at the opposite wall to Daphne, trying to hide a small smile.
"What's so funny? For once, we're dealing with a real live ghost!"
"It was just what you were saying- you sounded like some kind of mad psychic!"
Daphne couldn't help but join in the laughter.
"OK, but still. I vote the whole gang goes down to the beach tonight. Why did she say three in the morning?"
"I don't know, but I think we should do as she said."
Shaggy shrugged.
"Like, I've been creepier places three in the morning!"
A/N: Short, I know… Just keep on reading! Jazzola