AN: Heeeey, y'all! If you haven't figured it out, we're doing things a little differently. While it's just events listed, we're going to be posting everyday, while still following the prompt. I think you'll find this one to be a bit of fun. And this may also be the only AN you get for today. *whisper* Someone's a little cranky. SO! Let's do this!

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking away the exhaustion as I looked around. It was easy to recognize the green swirling energy of the Ghost Zone, but how did I even get there? Hearing the sound of humming, I turned, seeing I was floating in front of a large white building. Flying closer to it, as though it were second nature and not giving a thought to it, I touched down at the entrance, looking at the elegant door. It had many swirling designs, and two stone lions seemed to be guarding it. As I had gotten closer to the building, it was as though the humming had gotten louder.

The doors opened grandly, revealing a man who seemed to be talking to himself, looking up at the ceiling with annoyance. "You know, Vidya, it would be really nice if you would actually try to explain things before- Before… Who… are you?"

I looked at him curiously. I could tell there was something... off about the man. It felt like something was tugging me towards the him. I stared, before my gaze slid away, and I looked around at the millions of books, stored away on shelves. Guess I'm in a library, then. I looked back to the ghost, who seemed to be looking at me with shock. "Um... Danny. Danny F-... Hm... I can't- F- Ph- Phe- Phanton. Phantom. I think that's right. Maybe."

"I, uh... Uh… huh..." He acted weird, too, like he just realized the end of the world was today, or something. And I was pretty sure it wasn't. "I, ah...would you like...to come in?"

My eyes widened at the hospitality. "Oh, I, uh, yeah, thanks?" I glanced around the library as I floated a foot inside. "So... you wouldn't happen to know how I got here, would you?" Because I couldn't remember much, but I knew I shouldn't be in the damn Ghost Zone.

"Ah, that, might be a little complicated to explain..." The man seemed to be dealing with some internal conflict, like he was trying to figure out if he should even tell me. "How much do you know about ghosts?"

I shrugged. That wasn't that hard of an answer to think about. I knew a lot about ghosts. "Well, I mean, they're ectoplasmic beings of post human consciousness. What about them?" I wasn't sure exactly how I knew that, but it sounded right.

The man slowly nodded. "I suppose they could be classified as such..." Trailing off, he studied me, and I lifted my chin. "I'm trying to find the best way to inform you that you are one."

I narrowed my eyes, backing away. "I don't know what kind of joke this is, but it's not a funny one. I'm not a ghost, I'm a ghost hunter."

"Your current state of being says otherwise," He rolled his eyes, gesturing to me. "Look, I'm sorry, but no matter what you believe yourself to be, you are a ghost now."

I shook my head. "No... no, you're wrong. I can't be-..." Looking down at myself, I saw the shirt that I very clearly remembered as not being black, and an ethereal glow surrounding me. Not to mention the swirls burned into my skin, wrapping around me, heavily concentrated in my left arm and hand. My feet hit the ground as I stared at my hands in shock. Hearing the humming again, with a more comforting tone, I found the ability to speak. "I... I'm dead. How..."

"That I'm not quite sure of." Sighing, and bending down, he set a hand on my shoulder, and spoke to me with a warm, comforting tone. "I really am sorry for what happened to you, but I don't think you should be thinking on it right now. It's better to let these things come naturally."

I looked up at the ghost- yes, now I could tell this was a ghost- in front of me with horror. "Not think about it?! I'm dead! I died! What else am I supposed to think about?!" I couldn't even remember any of my family, or friends... I knew I had them, but…

"Uh... Actually, I'm not very sure. I'm not really the reassuring type, especially when it comes to these things…" I didn't know what else to do, other than stare at the ghost. Though his next words took me by surprise. "Would you like some tea?"

I narrowed my eyes, again. What was with this guy? Telling me I was dead, then offering me a cup of tea like it was no big deal? "What are you, British?"

"French, actually. I did live in Britain, however. Now, tea or coffee?"

I crossed crossed arms. "I'll only have the coffee if you can make it sweet enough to kill a lemon."

"...I have never heard a phrase like that, and it somewhat impresses me." Standing up, the ghost held his hand out, tilting his head in silent question. "And yes, I can make it sweet enough to 'kill a lemon', I suppose."

I gave a small nod, and took the hand, letting myself be guided to the kitchen. Hearing the humming take a more amused tone, I glanced around curiously. "So... can you hear a weird kind of humming, too? Or is that just me?"

"There goes that hope, then..." He quietly muttered, reaching for two cups. "Yes, Danny, I can hear the humming. It's my lair - this building - Vidya. Humming is how she communicates, although other lairs have other methods of communications."

This new information I received cleared my mind of the question about that first bit the ghost had muttered. "Huh. Interesting. Never knew that lairs had minds of their own." I sat down at the table, watching the ghost. "You never said your name."

"G- ...Andrew. Andrew Riter."

I scoffed. Made sense, he was probably the nerdy author type. "...Riter? Wow. What are you, a cliche wrapped in a stereotype?"

"Says the ghost hunter turned into a ghost," Andrew hummed, pouring half the bowl of sugar into my coffee before setting it in front of me. "And I'll have you know that cliches, when used in the right way, can better a book greatly."

I shook my head, giving a sigh. "What even are you..." I took a sip of the coffee, and glanced to the open book on the table, nearly spitting out the drink upon realizing what it was. All it had taken was seeing the name Andrea. "Is that The Soundless Clock?!"

"Hm? You've heard of it?" Andrew asked, looking at the book with a sigh. "I was trying to check for continuity, and I can't tell what I was aiming for in the earlier chapters anymore. I know I added a loophole for the next book, but I can't remember where..."

I looked at him in shock, and it was as though I was looking at the ghost in a whole new light. The way he said those words… It was like he was the author. "Are you... Did you..." It was too good to be true, there was no way I was that lucky.

Noticing my expression, Andrew slowly raised an eyebrow. "I have the feeling you're trying to ask if I wrote the book - and yes, I did. I had multiple pen names when alive, and that just happened to be one of them. Your coffee is getting cold, by the way. Also, you might want to consider breathing, even if you don't need to."

I slowly gave a smile, and tackled Andrew to the ground. "YOU WROTE IT?! OH MY GOD, I LOVED THAT BOOK SO MUCH IT'S MY FAVORITE ANDYOU'RETHEONEWHOWROTEITYOUHAVETOTELLMEEVERYTHINGOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMY-"

Placing his hands over my mouth, Andrew looked torn between shock and amusement, glasses half off his face from the sudden tackle. "I'm going to be honest and say I have no clue how to act right now." Pausing, he gave a slight smile. "You liked the book that much?"

I laughed, giving the obvious answer. "Uh, duh! It was great! Except for the airship gala, but we mostly don't talk about that."

"...To be fair, I could fix that in book three."

I held my hands up. This was new information, to me. "Woah, woah, wait. Book three?! There's only one book!"

"Well, one book published, at least," Andrew grinned, floating off the ground and pulling me with him. "The manuscripts are done for the most part, besides a little more work with continuity."

I gave the ghost a squeeze, smiling up at him. "I think I'm in love with you."

"I have a feeling this would be a lot more amusing if I wasn't so doomed..." Andrew quietly muttered, carefully ruffling my hair. "Would you like to read the manuscripts?"

I gave a small gasp. My favorite author was asking if I wanted read the manuscripts to the sequels to my favorite book. Based on how often Tucker hid his writing, I knew this was huge. "Can I?"

Andrew gave me a look of adoration, strangely enough. "Why do I have the feeling I'm going to end up letting you read everything I have... Well, I suppose I need someone to help me edit the next four books in Star Gazers, anyways..."

My eyes widened impossibly further. "YOU WROTE STAR GAZERS, TOO?!"

Andrew bit his lip. "...I have a feeling if I say yes you'll tackle me again."

I put my hands behind my back, putting on my most angelic look possible. "Never. Wait- woah- wait a second. Next four?!"

"Six in the series, not including the prequel."

I gave a sigh, flopping down to the chair. "If this is what heaven is like, I don't ever wanna leave." After dying, I damn well deserved to go to heaven, with how much bull I put up with.

"I'm not sure whether to be amused, or worried..." Andrew hummed, collecting their cups and heading for one of the readings areas. "The sequel to The Soundless Clock is already written, of course."

"Are you trying to gain my undying loyalty and everlasting love?" I asked with exasperation. "Cause it's working." I followed the ghost, tail forming before I wrapped it around the ghost's wrist. "It's definitely working."

"My evil master plan is a success then. Would you rather start with the sequel, or read the prequel with Andrea's mother and find out why the deal was made?"

I thought of the two options, weighing the pros and cons of each, and nodded wisely. "Yes."

"...Honestly shouldn't have expected anything differently. Hm...I wonder if I should tell you about the short story I had planned for the General and how he came to join the military - as well as his two friends."

I wrapped my arms around the ghost's neck, hanging off his back. I was never going to let this ghost go. It was already proven I was clingy and stubborn as all hell. "You are the best, and you are awesome and I am never leaving. Ever... Ain't that a twist on the story? The knight in shining glasses trapped the hero."

"Ah, but mon cher, I am not the knight. I am the ferocious dragon guard here to make sure you never leave." Glancing back, Andrew gave a rather wicked smirk. "Dragons are rather good at tempting others, after all."

I gave a small grin, trying to ignore the humming that sounded suspiciously like laughter, and the warmth spreading on my face. "So, I, uh, sequel? Weren't you saying something about that?" Because that smirk was not fair, and I frankly didn't want to think too much about my reaction.

Andrew gave a light laugh, soft smile on his face. "Oui, mon cher. Would you rather start from the sequel, or from the beginning?"

Dead Danny is going to be a thing. And you'll have to pry it from my cold dead hands. Not much to say, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow! Kasena, out!