I was alone, I mean it this time. Everywhere I tried to look; only darkness was there. Every time I tried to listen for someone else, nothing, I couldn't even hear myself breathe, it was really quiet. Am I Dead? I thought.

That's when I saw a light. Yup I'm dead. Funny, I didn't think I would go this way. I thought I'd be going down a tunnel, not a hallway, at least I think it's a hallway.

I'd never see my family again. At least I knew Jack did come to rescue me, so maybe my body wouldn't have to be surrounded by darkness. Maybe I could go and visit everyone as a ghost or an angel, or a spirit so I could talk through mediums.

Bridget and her family were probably all dead, Jill would still think they're alive, but they're dead. In fact, I thought I saw Bridget coming to great me in the after life. Maybe she could be my imaginary friend there, and that time she could be more real, with angel magic.

She was running to greet me. She must've been anxious for me to die, that's comforting. She was hugging me, then she helped me toward the light, here goes nothing.

I was in a house. Why was I in a house? She sat me in a chair and then left for another room, I was so confused.

My hearing started to come back, and I heard noises from a kitchen, I also heard footsteps coming downstairs.

"Gregory, go back to bed…. Perry I just need some time alone with her."

Perry? Gregory? As in Bridget's husband and son? Bridget then came in with hot chocolate, sundaes, some grapes, and sugar cookies. Did I mention I love Bridget?

"Help yourself." She said. I grabbed a grape. When I ate it, it tasted like I thought purple grapes would taste like, sweet and a little like cranberry mixed with apple juice. I was afraid I couldn't say anything, as in if I opened my mouth to talk nothing would come out.

"I thought I told you to not to try to escape" I had to say something.

"I…I did..n't"

"Then what are you doing here, oh and you can speak here, you're not mute."

"Where is here?"

"My house silly."

"Your house, what am I doing at your house, aren't I dead?"

"No, but you could be. Right now I'm talking to your spirit. Once you were unconscious a second time, your spirit felt so strained and weak, it left to get better, it all depended on who you found first."

"So, that's what you meant by don't try to escape, you meant 'spirit don't you go anywhere' wait a minute, who I found first, what do you mean. "

"Let's just say if you found heaven, you'd go there to get better, but heaven has a little judgmental issue. They won't let you in unless you're dead, so you would've agreed to die so you could go back there to get better, but they're kind of pack rats. Once you go in, you have to call that place your home. Or if you found a beam of moonlight, you would go to work for the man in the moon. The other choice was me, if you found me I would bring you back to strength, and then you could go back to being alive."

"Strength, you mean as in work out?"

"No, just refill your energy level."

"Good, because if you meant to make me healthy again, I'm not sure cookies, ice cream, and hot chocolate would do the trick."

"This is spirit food, it's not actually junk food, and it just looks like that so you would feel good eating it."

"Then how come it tastes so much like it."

"Spirit food always taste like, what you think it would taste like."

"Well, that explains a lot."

After I had my fill of spirit food, Bridget cleaned up the dishes and asked me how I was feeling. I told her I was fine, but there was something I was still pondering.

"Why is everyone so interested in me?"

"Who?"

"Pitch, Man in the moon, etc."

"Pitch is interested in you because you have a lot of fear; Manny is interested in you because you were captured by him."

"Bridget, I heard this all before. I don't think that's the reason."

"You have a childish side."

"A lot of people do, it's called a child voice."

"You have it more then other people. It's like you're a child yourself."

"But I'm not, I'm 15."

"Not in age, personality. Your mom she's nearly 50, and she acts like she's in her 30's, that's because she is."

"What?"

"I'm just saying people are who they are in the eyes of others."

"So, let's just say, someone has a dirty mouth, or someone acts a lot like a girl."

"Then their spirits eat dirt or are girls."

"What about me. What does that make me."

"You said were a tomboy, and when you little, you said you were a boy, that's because you believed your spirit was a boy. I hate to tell you this, but in most people's eyes you're feminine, you're not boyish enough. You also act a lot like a child, you remember when your parents called you a baby when you were little, that's because your spirit was a baby.

Then it grew up, it was a toddler when you were a child, and it's a child now. Everyone keeps saying you act like a child, well they're right, but that's nothing to be ashamed of, there's nothing wrong with being a child. You believe you could still be a child at 15, you like your youth, you sleep with stuffies and have an imaginary friend you say is real even though everyone keeps telling you I'm not.

You even have a strike against swearing, you know how you said you couldn't hear it until 7th grade, that's because no one swears around a toddler or young children."

"How old does that make my spirit then?"

"10."

"Makes sense, I started acting like a baby when I was 5."

"Someone told you, you were over-reacting. So without knowing it, you started your life over again. Most things didn't make sense to you, that's because you were a baby, you crawled, played with tiny things, even shoes. Your parent's spirits well, your parents didn't know, your parent's spirits were angry that you were a baby again, it reminded them of their lost son. Your mother picked out your clothes because that's what mothers do to babies and toddlers. Your parents told you stuff like me, doesn't exist, because they wanted you to grow up, your mind did, your spirit didn't though."

"So, all this time, I was 5 years younger then I actually was."

"Smartest 10 year old spirit I know, besides your sister."

"My sister?"

"Of course, her spirit stayed a child because it was waiting for your spirit to catch up, even as spirits, you're best friends. Why do you think she didn't cry at Santa Claus, you were the bigger cry baby, because you were, well a baby. Your parents spirits, they punished her the same and treated her the same, because they thought she was pretending to be a child, they didn't like it, you're twins, you should be the same, they were depressed, anything got them mad."

"That sounds very interesting."

"That's not all; you're also very creative and imaginative. Most kids your age do not have an imagination anymore."

"Normal age or spirit age?"

"Both. They get sucked into the world of reality and never want to leave. That's how you're special."

"So, I'm basically a child. I have a lot of fear, which attracts the attention of Pitch, and a lot of imagination, which attracts the man in the moon."

"Hey, if your imagination didn't mean much, why would've he have brought me into this."

"Thanks for telling me, you probably didn't tell me because, you know, I wasn't ready."

"Nope, I just didn't tell you because you didn't ask, and I didn't know until Manny explained it to me, but it makes me sound wiser so I'll go with what you said. Yes, nowyou are ready." we laughed.

"Yup, I am. Ready to take on Pitch as the unusual, intelligent, 10 year old spirit I am."

"What? I didn't mean you were that special."

"Come on. I know he's going to attack the guardians with this "thing" he made with my fear, and after this, I know how to destroy it."

"Okay, just be careful."

"I will."

I started to head out the door, when I realized I forgot to ask the most important question.

"So I'm not going to die, your family will live?"

"Yes, we're going to be fine. Now just go."

With that I sprinted out the door, I had to hurry.