Hello!

I am back with MORE Ghost Hunters! This time, things will get intense! I also work on my 'Hamilton' way of speaking! I don't own Hamilton, however if I did, Peggy would've been around longer. Screw History!

"ALEXANDER HAMILTON?!"

And the fangirls went wild.

Well...internally.

Externally, they stood, shocked at the man in front of him.

It was just like the dollar bill. A living, breathing, replica. Only it was really him.

Alex smiled. "I hope I did not put you in any sort of distress." DeMya was the first one to act. "N-No, y-you didn't d-distress me a-at all!" She honestly was excited and spooked at the same time. "Isn't that right, MAYA." Amaya stood up straight, rigid. "R-Right..! Y-You didn't distress me..."

Alex had to laugh. "I know I shocked you, appearing in front of your waking dreams like this. I do wish to talk with you two. Your names?" Amaya smiled a little too widely. "I-I'm Amaya, and this is my best friend, DeMya, Mr. Hamilton." DeMya was confused.

"Wait, shouldn't you be in heaven? I mean..." Alex's attitude faltered. "Yes, I should be in heaven right now, but somehow, I have been pulled into limbo, away from everyone. From my children, from my friends...from my Betsy..." he said the last part quietly so they wouldn't hear.

"So why? Last time I checked, it doesn't really work like that, sir." Alex then looked up at them with a serious expression. "I understand your confusion, but hear me out: I need your assistance."

They were shocked. Alexander Hamilton, the founding father, just asked for their help?!

"But what could we help you with?" Alex sat down at his workplace, thoughtfully.

"I have a theory on why I was sent in this predicament. A few weeks ago, I heard a strange man talking about the reconstruction of a park. Curious, I went to investigate. What I expected was that there were strange papers and machinery. What I didn't expect was what it was for. The area of the park was right in the area of me and my Betsy's old home."

"The Hamilton Grange..." the girls thought together. Although they remained serious, they were silently fangirling at Eliza's nickname.

Alex looked up with a mix of anger and fear in his eyes, something that doesn't suit him at all. "They're planning to destroy it."

"WHAT?!" The girls couldn't believe it. That Grange was one of the only things left of him! Aside from his old documents...

"But why would they do such a thing?" Amaya said in anger.

"I don't have the slightest clue why...but I fear if it is, I may be torn from the pages of children never existing, my darling all alone..." He clenched his fists tight. DeMya wanted to punch someone. Maybe Eacker. She honestly wouldn't mind that. That aside, this must be stopped.

"What can we do?" Alex looked up with a determined glint in his eye. Now that suited him.

"If I may asked of you ladies, I want you to find the man who's preparing the reconstruction, and stop him. If my memory is kind, I heard that it was a month from now."

"A month...okay. So we need to stop the reconstruction...okay. How hard could it be?" DeMya looked at her buddy. "We'll have to get an entire community involved."

"...okay. But what do we have to lose?" Amaya asked.

"Alexander Hamilton."

A facepalm.

"...I already asked for the aid of someone else." Alex spoke up.

Someone else? "Who?" Alex smiled.

"I assure you, you will see in the morning. I must be going now. DeMya?"

She silently fangirled at Alexander Hamilton calling her name. "Yes?"

He walked over and handed her a pen. "This was real."

She nodded with a smile. "Got it!" Amaya waved enthusiastically as he started to fade.

"Byye Mr. Hamilton~!"

"Goodbye!"

Alex slowly let a tear slip as he faded away, wanting to see his family again.

"Thank you, girls."

DeMya woke up with a jolt. The moon was still bright out, as it was 4 am.

She sighed as she lay in bed. If only.

She felt something hard in her left hand. Curious, she looked at it.

"Oh my god..."

A black pen.

"This was real."

Thank you all for reading and reviewing! If you want more, answer a question for me: if you met Alex, how would you cope? Would you A. Scream? B. Faint? or C. Burst out with the opening number?

~Myasings signing off.