9:42

"Sir," Mac hovered over Harry with more files. "It seems we got repeat offenders."

"Really," Harry was busy signing paper. "Can you be more specific?"

"The people call William Collins, Henry Desmond, Andrea Welch, Matthew Oh, Steve Barnette and Larry Wedekind," Mac paused catching his breath listing Harry's ghost-hunting buddies down from Collinsport, Maine. Collins was the heir to a wealthy New England family; Henry was a popular New York writer known for ghost stories based on real cases. "Charge, malicious mischief and trespassing." Dan parted the way as the six ghost hunters returned to the courtroom. Collins, the reputable ringleader of the group, paused and leaned on the bench as he looked into Harry's eyes as usual as if things were business as usual. His band of paranormal misfits stood standing tiredly and exhaustively.

"Harry," Collins began as the team's field director. "This is getting ridiculous. Every time I come down from Collinsport to New York for Halloween, I get arrested. If you're trying to get my attention, call me on the phone."

"Why don't you come in the spring when it's three for one?" Dan mused out loud then turned serious. "Sir, the super-naturals here were exploring the abandoned subway tunnels under Manhattan and ended up under City Hall..."

"We didn't know where we were." Matthew Oh spoke up with his thick Korean accent. "It dark down there."

"They ended up collapsing and knocking out power to parts of Lower Manhattan." Dan continued.

"Harry," Wedekind pushed forward. "The tunnels down there are unstable. We crashed through them by accident and that's what knocked the power out… by accident. The most you got us for is trespassing." Larry was a law assistant back in Maine with William's wife, Ally McBeal-Collins, an old friend of Christine's who had interned with her.

"Well, that's not up to me." Harry turned to Christine. "Defense?"

"What he said." Christine replied.

"Then the usual." Harry pounded his gavel. "A hundred dollar fine for each of you and time served, but I'll suspended the sentence again to time served. How about a séance tonight, buddy?" He leaned across to William.

"A séance?" Collins and his team were on their way to getting their gear from the property room. "Not tonight, I got a headache."

"Thank goodness," Mac hovered nearby trying to keep the season from becoming more surreal. "Next case, Kelly Anderson, failure to pay rent."

"That's funny," Harry barely looked up. "I got a cousin named…" He recognized her. "Kelly??!" He finally looked up, recognized her and realized it was his cousin!

"Hi, Harry." The pretty blonde grinned and waved embarrassingly.

"My, what a night for reunions." Roz quipped from where she was.

"What happened?" Harry looked at his cousin. "I thought you were at the law firm of Morton and Hayes?"

"They went out of business." Kelly seemed to plead her own case. "Do you know how expensive it is to live in Manhattan?!"

"Harry," Christine interjected between her husband and his cousin. "Seeing as you two are related, it might be prejudicial for you to see her case."

"She's three months overdue in rent." Dan looked at her file.

"They're right." Harry sat back restrained by what he could do. "I have to send this case to another court, but if you come back after midnight, I'll see what I can do to help you."

"Thanks, Harry." Kelly beamed and Roz gently showed her away. "You always did take care of me." She turned away as Mac called another case. As she did, Henry Desmond from Collins' ghost-hunting crew motioned to her and handed her a card after listening to her plight.

"Here," He had something written on the back of his card. "The Susan B. Anthony Hotel For Women. The manager there is a close friend of mine; she'll let you stay there for nothing till you're back on your feet."

"Thank you." Kelly grinned warmly as she recalled the hotel. "Didn't two guys dressed as women stay there for almost three years before they moved out?"

"Oh," Desmond made a face since he and his friend Kip Wilson had been those guys. "You know, I never heard a thing about that..." He slinked away hoping he wasn't recognized.