Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did.........I do not own GhostWhisperer or any of it's characters, I do however, own those characters which appear in this fanfic, but not in the show. No copyright infringement intended!

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Melinda awoke to warm sunlight caressing her face, she stretched out and was surprised when her arm met no obstacle on its travels. "Jim, baby?" she said as she sat up in bed, "Be there in a minute honey!" Jim called from the kitchen. Melinda rolled out of bed and was greeted by the smell of French toast, "mmm Jim that smells great!" she said as her stomach gave an audible rumble of agreement.

Mel went to the bathroom and splashed her face, after lifting her head she screamed out as she was startled by the sight of a young woman in the mirror. "WHO ARE YOU!? She said, willing her heart to return to a normal pace, "It was all my fault" the woman sobbed, Melinda was beginning to feel very dizzy as she asked "What was? I don't understand" the room was spinning relentlessly and Melinda clung to the sink for balance.

"IT WAS ALL MY FAULT!!!" the distraught woman screamed as she hurled herself toward Melinda, as quickly as the ghost had appeared, she was gone again and Melinda felt better straight away.-I wonder what she meant by that, maybe she did something bad, maybe that's why she can't cross over-Melinda was completely confused-I wish I could help her but I guess I'll just have to wait for her to come back-Melinda sighed and made her way back to the bedroom, she lay back down and closed her eyes-I'll just rest my eyes while I wait for Jim-Melinda thought, but only seconds later she was drifting into an uneasy sleep.

A couple of minutes later Jim walked into the bedroom carrying a tray of breakfast and drinks, smiling he set the tray down And looked at Melinda who had fallen back asleep-She looks so peaceful-Jim thought, not wanting to wake her-I'll give her 10 more minutes-he decided. He covered the tray and left it in a low-heated oven then went to the bathroom to take a very quick shower. Not at all feeling peaceful Melinda began to toss and turn as the ghost from the mirror appeared in her dream.

The woman was walking quickly along a road and kept glancing over her shoulder as if she feared that somebody was behind her. Melinda was hovering over the woman, watching as she moved and unable to speak to her. The young woman rounded a corner and smashed straight into something, causing her to fall to the ground.

Melinda peered into the darkness to see a tall and muscular man, his face was distorted and she could not make out his features though she could tell that his hair was as black as coal. A scream resounded in the cold air and Melinda realised that it had come from between her lips as well as the woman's, "No! Please!" the woman cried as the dark figure loomed over her. "Hello Alice" he said coolly, the sound sent a shiver down Mel's spine, "why are you running from me my love? Has somebody upset you?" he whispered as he stroked her cheek.

Alice shivered under his touch and began to cry "Please let me go home, I just want you to leave me alone!" she cried as she stood up. "Don't you dare speak to me that way!" the man bellowed as he struck Alice across the face. Melinda cried out in shock as she felt the pain as though she herself had been hit.

It was with that pained cry that Melinda woke with a start, she sat up straight and rubbed her eyes-what the hell was that about? Was she killed by that man? That poor girl, she looked so afraid. Well I guess I know her name now, Alice, I wonder what she needs me to help her with-Melinda got up and went into the bathroom where she found Jim just stepping out of the shower. "Hey baby, you okay?" Jim asked as he wrapped a towel around his waist, "I feel great" Mel lied, not wanting to ruin their weekend away.

"Let's have breakfast, I made French toast" Jim said, taking Melinda's hand and leading her to the kitchen where he had left the French toast on a low heat in the oven, just to keep it warm. They talked over breakfast and then decided to drive up to an old hiking trail and take a walk, they were ready in under an hour and pulling out of the drive way by 11:30am. They did not notice the gray pick-up truck which pulled out after them.