Chapter 2

When Tristan woke up, he was at his grave with Lacey standing over him.

"Hey Dumps! You sleep well?" He just sighed. "Oh come on! I half carried half dragged you here all by myself and I don't get a 'Oh thank you Lacey. You are so kind.'"

"Thank you a lot Lacey it's just that I don't feel right."

"What's wrong?" She asked with a concerned look.

"Well, my head is hurting and my back is stiff."

"That's my fault. When you passed out, I half dragged half carried you here by your hands and your head. I must have stopped for a minute and your head must've slipped."

"Oh." He said. "That also explains my neck and back."

"I think I deserve another thank you Dumps. After what you said to me, I should have left you there."

"I know I'm sorry. I'm just lonely. I'm not use to being by myself with only one other person to talk to. I could talk to everyone when I was alive. Not that I don't enjoy talking to you though."

"Well at least I'm here. It's not everyday that you get to meet and spent time with a movie star like me." She did some wierd pose like a model on the red carpet. It actually made him laugh a little. It made him wonder why she had to die in that crash. She would have been a great actor to play a character in one of his favorite movies to watch with Ivy. If only e could remember the name...

"Don't you know anything about how you died other than the plane?" He blurted out. "I mean like who the pilot was or something like that?"

"No. Why?"

"I just thought you'd be a great actor to play this character in this movie I've seen but can't remember."

"Oh. Thanks. I was headed to some party or movie or something on that line when it happened. I think it was an accident but it's probably not. I'll probably be down here for ever." She sighed like she really wanted to go see the #1 Director.

"Can we go find the car now?" He asked impatiently.

"I guess so. I was going to start looking for clues for my mission though. I'd thought you'd be out for a while. I can help you as long as you promise you'll help me. Okay?"

"Okay."

They started walking in the direction of the crash until Lacey realized the car wouldn't be here.

"Shouldn't we go look at the nearest junk yard? I always thought the people who pick up the cars take them to the nearest one."

"I think they do. I've come this was before and I think there was a junk yard about a a quarter of a mile away."

"We're angels. We can probably get there in 10 minutes. Just run really fast."

As they were running, Tristan thought he saw Ivy in a car and stopped.

"Hey Lacey! Here's Ivy! How can I talk to her?"

"You have to match thoughts with her since you don't know how to project your voice like mine." Tristan looked at her impatiently. "I'll make a distraction. Try to match thoughts with her."

Lacey threw a stick at the hood of the car but Ivy didn't pay attention. She threw down about 5 more and Ivy still did nothing. Then she waited until Ivy's car was in a clearing and threw down the sticks she was time Ivy noticed.

"Why are sticks hitting my car she said?" Luckily Tristan matched thoughts with her. He was thinking so many things that he didn't know which one worked.

"Ivy, I love you. Always-" That was all he could say. He was thrown out of her and it felt like he was hit by a car.

"Tristan?" Ivy asked. "No. He's dead. It's just my imagination.