At first, the feeling is no more than a chill in her stomach, a lightness in her step. She didn't know where her true happy place would be, the place she would first appear. She'd never thought about it. Would it be at her parent's cabin? In her old bedroom? Her wedding? The day she knew Ned was the one for her? Her old high school English room? Or could it even be her first apartment in the city?

For a moment all was dark, her mind a blank slate, until it came to her. She opened her eyes, the sunlight was streaming through the open window on her face. She rolled over onto her opposite side, and caught sight of her Ned's handsome face. He was the most beautiful man. She loved him. Oh did Katie love him.

His fingers ran through her hair and he smiled. His eyes were tired, still glazed over from sleep and he yawned, sitting up a little. "Hey beautiful," he said, in a grunt as he leaned forward to kiss her. He tasted of booze and cake, a little hint of herself. She smiled then, kissing him again, losing herself in him. He moved on top of her, his hands sliding up her sides as his mouth touched the corner of hers, moving up her jaw, sucking at her neck.

"I thought you were sleeping..." she moaned, feeling him pull back. She met his green eyes at he grinned, moving back to his warm spot in bed.

"I was, but when you tossed over here you shook me awake." He laughed, pressing a kiss into her shoulder as he moved a little closer to her. "Good Morning to you too Mrs. Banks."

"More like afternoon, Mr. Banks." She turned onto her side, smiling at him softly as the sheet gaped and he saw all that really was Katie. "I'm hungry… will you make food?"

"What are you in the mood for? Hangover food?" He felt her laugh, his lips pressing to hers briefly. "I'll make lots of greasy food."

She nodded at his suggestion, still absentmindedly kissing his lips. She enjoyed his company so much. She could hardly believe she, Katie Clancy was married to Ned Banks, so technically she wasn't even Katie Clancy anymore. She was Katie Banks. Ahh if her twelve year old self could see her now. She moved from his lips to his jaw and then to his neck, feeling extra bold today as she marked him. He was her husband now after all. "It's our first whole day as a married couple…" She whispered, her tongue grazing over his jaw as he chuckled. "What would you like to do?"

"I think a day in bed would suffice, so why don't I go make us some hangover food and you recover from last night for right now. We both know you're headache will surface at some point." He spoke softly, moving to get out of bed. "Do you need an Advil?"

"Mmmhmm," she muttered, her hands going to touch her head as it throbbed. "And coffee… lots and lots of coffee."

"Sounds good," he went into the bathroom, grabbing the Advil and filling the nearby glass on the counter with water. He brought them to her, kissing her forehead. "I love you."

She took the medicine and took a drink before kissing him. "I love you too," she said as she pulled back and he headed for the door. Once he left, the room dimmed, going dark until she realized she was all alone. She let out a deep sigh, rubbing her hands over her face as she settled into the soft sheets of her bed. She wished it were real. That she were actually here, alive right now because at least then she wouldn't have to worry if she were dead or alivestill

She couldn't believe she'd done it. That she'd gone through with it. Had she made the right decision? Was hurting herself worth it?

"Katie… what did you do?" A voice echoed and she felt a presence. She moved from the bed, looking around the room.

"Where are you?" She asked, moving out into the hallway. She was in her first home, the one she'd spent month loo

She'd heard that voice before. In home videos from before she was born. Andrea had been her mother's best friend.

"Andrea?" She looked around, until the woman appeared to her.

The woman glided weightlessly across the room, her eyes studying her. For a second, the young woman was seen as a toddler, one with braids and big eyes looking up at her with the biggest grin.

"Katie… what… what did you do?" Andrea says appearing in front of her.

"I didn't know what to do," she whimpered, her tears spilling over her cheeks. "I'm in so much pain and I just wanted to be with my son."

"And you thought killing yourself was the best option?" Andrea sighed.

"Well," she muttered. "I'm not dead yet," She could feel the things being poked and prodded into her body. "I'm at the hospital."

"Key word. Yet," Andrea said looking down at her. "God, you look like your mother." She brought her hands as close to her face as she could, smiling. "I met her when she was just a little younger than you."

"I get that a lot," she smiled. "I wish I could've met you. My mom used to talk about you a lot when I was little, but not so much anymore. It hurts her. I see it every time she talks about you."

"I bet you do," Andrea laughed and hugged her. "I wish I could've met you too. Your mom was just starting to think about a family with your dad one of the last times I talked to her." A smile grew on her face. "We were in the store…"

The room around them changed and Katie glanced around, seeing the store that she loved so much.

Melinda came through the front doors, after unlocking them and turning the lights on. She looked so young, like she had in her first few memories she remembered with her mother. Her bangs were straight across her forehead and she wore glasses, making her smile. She could even be lazy back then.

"Mel, you're not gonna believe it!" Andrea came through the doors, holding two coffees.

"You're on time?" Melinda laughed, taking the coffee from her. "I know! I can't believe it."

"Not only that, but you know my poet? He wants to take me on a road trip this summer," Andrea exclaimed. "And I mentioned bringing you and Jim. He said that would be even better because then we could go more places and split the driving."

"Oh… well as fun as that sounds I don't know." Melinda muttered. "Jim and I have been talking a lot and we're thinking about starting a family, so if that happens soon then I could be pregnant. And car rides? Not so fun when you're carrying another human."

"Is this an actual conversation?" Andrea gasped. "You and babies with Jim? Oh my God! I never thought I'd see the day." Andrea rushed over to her friend, embracing her tightly and Katie grinned, watching her mother beam at the thought of children with her father.

The memory faded and she looked over to Andrea.

"You know what you have to do," Andrea whispered.

She nodded and closed her eyes. She reopened them and stood in the front entry of her parents home.

"Remember, we're in a house full of mediums. You need to make your decision on whether or not they can see you." Andrea said, glancing at the wall of pictures. The first one was of her and Melinda.

"What about you?" She sighed, sitting on the stairs. She could see her parents in the living room, her mother was on the couch, her father was perched on the floor rubbing her feet. She could even sense that her siblings were all upstairs. "Can they see you?"

"I'm crossed over. They can't see me." Andrea replied, trying to explain as much as she could in a small amount of words. "Well, except your sister Mackenzie, her gift is already starting to change a little. She stopped getting nightmares and visions a few weeks ago to make room in her mind for something more. I don't think she's noticed it yet."

"Something more? Like what?" She asked.

"I can't tell you," Andrea looked around. "It's something you'll all find out on your own."

She nodded and they appeared in the living room. She sat down on the window seat, watching her parents. Her mother was lounging on the couch with her father opposite of her, rubbing her feet.

"God, nothing has changed between them has it?" Andrea smiled. "I wish you could've seen them when they were just starting out. I'd never seen two people fall for each other so quickly in my entire life."

"I wish I could've too. It would've been a sight for the books," she said. "Almost 25 years and nothing has changed."

"So what are we doing here?" Andrea asked.

"I just need to know if they..." She muttered and her voice dropped to nothing.

"If they know about what you did?" Andrea questioned.

The conversation dropped and so did her eye contact. Her parent's conversation flooded in.

"Why do you wear heels when you know your feet are going to swell?" Jim gasped, as he reached to grab a bottle of lotion from the coffee table.

"I couldn't find my flats and we were already running late." Melinda answered softly. "I wonder how Katie's doing. She looked a little better at dinner, but she was still so withdrawn…" She paused, moaning as her father's fingers kneaded the arches of her feet. "Should I call? I should call." She reached for the home phone, but Jim pulled it off the dock before she could. "What?"

"I think we should leave them be," he warned. "I trust Ned. He'll make sure that she's okay." He handed her her mu of tea instead, now that it had cooled, as her dad's cell phone erupted to life with its preset ringtone. He pulled the phone from his dress shirt pocket with a sullen expression and a deep sigh before answering. "Clancy."

My mom was already reaching for his keys and placing them in his hand as he rose to his feet, phone still clasped to his ear as he listened intently.

"I gotta go." Jim said, snapping his phone shut as he moved toward her. His lips were suddenly on hers, a long, sweet kiss that made her smile. He pulled away and she could tell he wished as much as her mother did, that he could stay. "I'll be back as soon as I can." Jim murmured, before leaning in and kissing her mother again, this time deeper and more passionate.

"If you keep doing that, you're not going to make it into work." Her mother warned him, drawing away. Their faces were inches apart as the desire mingled in the air between them. "What's the case?"

"Suicide attempt," Jim sighed. "I would have turned it down, but George said I better get down there. He didn't really say why."

"I'm coming with you," Melinda said, struggling to stand herself up from the couch.

"Why?" Jim muttered and helped her up. "You're feet are already swollen enough and if you're going anywhere it's upstairs."

"I don't know how to explain this, but there has been this gut feeling that something is wrong for the last half an hour." Melinda explained, sighing.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Jim asked grabbing his coat and pulling it on.

"I thought it was just a ghost at first, but it didn't go away and then you get that phone call." Melinda said grabbing her own jacket. "What if it's Katie? What if she did-"

"She wouldn't do that. She knows how special life is and would never do that to herself." Jim stopped, looking down at his wife. "She wouldn't do that, right?"

"Grief is a strange thing. It will make a person do crazy things." Melinda said slipping on some comfy shoes. "Aaron!" She walked over to the banister. "Aaron! Watch the kids, your dad and I will be back as soon as we can."

"It's not her," Jim muttered, opening the door. "She wouldn't... she wouldn't do that."

Andrea looked at her. "He's being called in for you, isn't he?"

She nodded, also knowing that the resident on shift at the emergency room would be paging her father in right about now. How do you handle the Chief of Surgery's daughter coming in after a suicide attempt? "Should I just appear to her?" She asked, her voice desperate for answer. One thing she was certain of is she didn't know what the right choice was. Should she appear to her mother? "Or should I wait?"

"It's going to devastate her. You're her baby, Katie." Andrea explained softly, sighing.

Katie hated the thought of hurting her mother. It was the hardest thing for her to do. She'd avoided it at all costs as a child, although it had happened, she knew this would be the worst.

"Is that really the best thing for her right now? What if she goes into labor early or worse?"

"She has to go with him," she yelled, the lights flickering. She needed to control her anger she knew that, but she couldn't help it. She hated herself for getting everyone into this mess. Why couldn't she have just dealt with her grief? Why couldn't she have just let Ned in? "She has to!"

"Now is not the best time you know," Melinda huffed as she walked out the front door, pulling the door closed behind her as she followed Jim. He was already down the first step, arm outstretched for her as she waddled toward him. "If you'd just appear that would be easier than flickering the lights. I can help you."

Katie listened to her mother. She needed to calm down. Her mother could help her, right?

She moved to the front porch, beside her father on the first step. Her mother stopped in her tracks, grasping Jim's arm before he kept walking.

"Jim," her mother's voice broke. "Do you see her?" Melinda clung to Jim, her legs nearly giving out at the shock of seeing her daughter there. There was a slight glimmer to her apparition, the one that gave away that she wasn't actually there.

"Mom," she spoke softly, not directly looking at her. She couldn't. "I'm so sorry."

Melinda sank to her knees and Jim held her as she sobbed. It was more than just crying, it was the kind of desolate sobbing that came from a person who'd lost the most important person in their life. Jim knew before his wife even said anything that their daughter was there. A ghost. In between two worlds. Melinda sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his jacket. He held her in silence, rocking her slowly as her tears soaked his chest. A tiny lapse let her pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears as she looked past him at their daughter, a ghost. Her absolute worst nightmare.