Barch ignored Tommy, "What is it?" She looked at him from under her sunglasses, trying not to cause a stir nor raise her voice to a noticeable level, "Look, Sherman..."
"Tommy Sherman?" Sandi tried really hard to remember that name, something slightly familiar about it. That week Fluffy ate the... "You're dead..." She looked at him, "Like, you're that goalpost guy from Lawndale... the one the cheerleaders think haunt the locker rooms or something."

"Tommy Sherman does a lot more than haunt the girls locker rooms." He continued in his arrogant third person talk, "Don't you go to Lawndale?" He asked, leaning in towards Sandi, "You're that Fashion Club chick, aren't you?" Moving his hand through his hair he grinned, completely side tracked from what he originally came to tell Barch about.

Sandi nodding uncomfortably. Maybe it was the fact she had just woken up from a nightmare, maybe it was the fact she was at a diner talking to her Science Teacher and a dead guy, maybe it was the fact she hadn't showered since yesterday, either way, she felt distraught, "So you had uhh... Something to tell Ms. Barch?"

Tommy looked back at his ex-science teacher, "That Doctor you asked me to watch... he figured me out. Salt on the windows, doors... I can't even get to his office." He looked at Sandi then back at Barch, "Means he might have some sorta idea as to what's going on..."

"This doctor wouldn't be like, a Marz guy or something, would he?" Sandi inquired. That was the doctor who treated her, after all. "I mean, like... He keeps wanting to see me about how I've been after the... you know." She stared at the salt shaker on the table, wondering what salt had to do with ghosts, "He keeps calling too."

Ms. Barch nodded, knowing who this Doctor Marz guy was, sorta, "I think he's the imbecile who let Jones in here in the first place. [a.n. to those who forgot, Jones is the guy who bit Sandi and Barch killed at the start of the story]. I think he's trying to lure me out. Eh. Dumb male." She stood up and began to walk towards the door, "But if it's a gam-"

She was stopped. A man in a state police uniform blocked her way, "Janet Barch?" He folded his arms. "You're under arrest for being the key suspect in the murders of Ronald and Jo-Ann Barch."

Sandi and Tommy stared at the events as they happened, confused and slightly shocked as they watched Janet Barch be placed in handcuffs infront of them. "Uhh.." Sandi glanced at Tommy, "What the...?" She didn't know whether or not to go over there or just to lay low. She heard it what Barch said about her parents but... now?

Janet stared at the cop as he began to lock up the handcuffs. "NYEH!" She turned around faster than he could move, kicking him in the groin. "You think I'll let a man take me in?" She growled, one hand still free from the cuffs, "You've got another thing coming!" She growled, glaring down at the lone cop who decided to intercept her. Grabbing him by the collar, her strength near twice his, she stared in his eyes, staring him down with terror. Cautiously he tried for his gun but was frozen in terror, her eyes filled with burning rage and fear, so dark it was driving him mad. "I didn't kill anyone!"

Dropping him, she backed away and out the door. "That was exciting." Tommy leaned back on the booth chair and glanced at Sandi, "So, tell me a little about yourself there, Fashion Club Girl?" He nodded, looking at over her body, "If you can see Tommy Sherman, that means half the battle has already been fought." He chuckled. "So what does he-"

Gunshots were fired outside, pulling Tommy, Sandi, and the rest of the diner's occupants out of their conversations and out into reality. Whispering and confusion set in as Tommy stood up and began to move towards the exit to make sure his ex-science teacher was okay. He was near certain she was shot, "Ms B?" He mumbled, getting next to her and kneeling down, "Was it Silver?"

"Am I dead?" She mumbled sarcastically as she held her hand over one of the entry wounds, "Go get Sandi and find Diane and Herbert. Tell them I'm in State custody." Oh God. Her fate was left in the hands of Tommy Sherman and Sandi Griffin. May God have mercy on her...

Immediately returning to a confused and bewildered Sandi, Tommy Sherman tried to hold his cool, acting still like the epic jerk he always was, "So." He nodded, sitting down across from the werewolf, "Back to this talk of you and me..." Raising an eyebrow he looked Sandi in the eyes. "I may be dead but that doesn't mean I'm a corpse in bed."

Scowling at him, Sandi took no second to reply coldly to respond, "What happened?" She wanted to know if her teacher would be giving a ride home, or would she really have to walk home dressed like... this.

"Remember?" He laughed, "Goalpost in Tommy Sherman's honour. That's what." Grinning he thought she was talking about him, "Took his life but didn't take his-"

"I mean with Ms. Barch!" She shouted, standing up, "Like I care about some washed up jock who died my Freshman year." Rolling her eyes she checked her appearance in a napkin dispenser, "Geez, I look so unkempt." Fixing her hair some she stepped away from the dispenser.

The statment hit home, just a bit of course, because Tommy Sherman doesn't take shit from anybody. "I can tell you're one of those self-assured types." He looked away for a minute, speaking sarcastically, "Because your opinion seems to matter so much to you, huh? I've seen you in the halls, bitching at that redhead." He scoffed, "You're that jealous type... you better get used to it. Your life's floating down shit creek without a paddle now, Fashion girl."

Growling in rage she stared at him, hurt by what he said, "WHAT?" She screamed, "I am not the jealous type!" Stepping closer to him she wanted to scream.

"Whatever." He shrugged her rage off like it was nothing. What was she gonna do, kill him? "Anyways, Ms. B's in the state's hands now. She said something about finding Mrs. Bennett... So we should probably do that, unless there's something unless on your mind..." Something like Tommy Sherman.

Tommy stared as Sandi picked up a salt shaker and unscrewed the top. "I need to shower." She threatened. "Like, before we do anything." She also wanted to clean up... a lot. Like wax, completely redo her nails, check her split ends, change her clothes to something more fashionable [though that was an obvious thing].

"Tommy Sherman doesn't have a problem with that." He stood up, heading for the door, "Although he happens to know that Mrs. Bennett lives two blocks from here... and you live six." He had followed her home just a few times, you know... he did that with all the cute girls at school... to find out which ones were alright for looking at during school. "So going home would be a waste of time." Not that he didn't mind trying to catch her in the shower.

Sandi being the idiot she was didn't pick up that he knew where she lived and continued, "Um. So?" She raised her eyebrow, placing the salt on the table as she followed him, "Like I want to go to anyone's house looking like this..." She would rather wear a bright orange convict jumpsuit, "Unlike you... I am still seen by the world."

Folding her arms she walked out the door, Tommy now following behind, "...and the fact your parents saw you last night as a giant, drooling, hairy, freak of nature doesn't phase you?" He was trying to be a man of reason. A douchie one... but still one of reason, "Listen Sandi." Ugh, having a heart to heart with this... idiot? The only thing these girls were good for was sex appeal, "Ya gotta get back to reality no-"

"Reality? Like you're the one talking about sleeping with me." She looked back, "I mean like, that's so wrong. How old are you? Like 30?" She growled as she walked in the direction of her house, "If finding Mrs. Bennett is so important than like... go get her yourself and then I'll be at my house cleaning up and whatever."

Why didn't he think of that? Oh yeah... He had 'more important' things on his mind.