Yellowed grass swayed in the breeze, birds chirped carelessly in the trees, and overall, everything seemed peaceful—

"Didn't I tell you to take Carla HOME?" Perry shouted, jerking a thumb at the pregnant nurse whom was there when she sooo should nawt have been.

Turk refused to meet the older man's eyes. "She threatened to take away sex for a year."

"Ugh..." Before Perry could say anything, the Janitor threw in his two cents: "I told you we're taking a 'deep-shit dive' into Hell. The temporary portal would probably harm a child. In fact, I'd guarantee a miscarriage."

"I know that!" Carla snapped. "I'm not saying I should go through! But you need someone to bring you back here, like an anchor, don't you?"

Reluctance filled the Janitor's eyes, "Well..."

The Dominican nurse crossed her arms and glared at him.

He gave in. "Fine. But if I even sense a hint of any funny business—" He cut himself off at the look she gave him.

"Shut up, Jumpsuit."

"Okay."

Sean watched this all in disbelief. To anyone, at first glance this whole entire group looked as if they fought like cats and dogs constantly. But the more time he spent with them... the more they all fit to together in his eyes. It was odd, like something out of a crappy movie.

He felt out of place in their world.

His thoughts stopped abruptly as the Janitor turned to him, and he thought he saw Dr. Cox prickle with unease (the redhead apparently didn't like working with people he couldn't see... and he was a hunter of the supernatural. Sucked to be him).

"What do I do?" Sean asked.

"I want you to concentrate," said the Janitor, "Focus all your energy."

Sean's brows knitted together in confusion, "Onto what?"

The Janitor's bright eyes darkened ominously, "Everything."

"...Er."

The moment was ruined when the Shifter snorted in amusement suddenly, "Nah, I'm just messin' with ya. Try and think of Blonde Doc—uh, Elliot while spreading your energy all around us. The Demonic Foursome over here—"

Ben and Dan sniggered, "'Foursome.'" JD flushed in embarassment and Jordan appeared ready to rip them both a new one. Molly's grin became strained somewhat, as if she was trying not to giggle.

"—will do the same."

"Okay..." Mumbled Sean uncertainly. "But... what do you need a dead guy for, anyway?"

Annoyance flashed in the Janitor's eyes, "I already explained that."

"Dude!" Sean cried, "I'm not a Hunter or a demon or ANYTHING! Just the freaking lonely ghost of a SeaWorld worker! I didn't understand half of what you said!"

For a moment, the Shifter seemed angry... but then it faded. He sighed. "Whatever, lemme put it simpler for you; you're already dead, you have more ties to the afterlife than any of us, even the demons. At least they still have a heartbeat."

Sean winced.

"...Sorry. You get it now?"

"Not really."

"Too bad." The Janitor deadpanned, "Let's do this!"

"WAIT!" A booming voice thundered from nowhere.

It only took Perry a milisecond to recognize it, and he groaned. "Laverne..."

There was a flash of white light and then Turk was sneezing, because somehow angel wing feathers had found their way up his nose.

A/N: Well, there's not much to say besides 'I'm sorry for the shortness of his chapter'... which I am. At least something happened. I hope you still enjoy and review. :)