Hey! Sorry for updating late. Been busy ._. Anyway, I left you on a huge cliffhanger there! Sorry :( So here's another chapter! We get to see Jonathan here! Yay! :D Here's more Ghost Hunters!

My favorite Grandfather owns Hamilton.

It was a worldwide emergency. For the first time in history, Alexander's famous letter to his Elizabeth Hamilton, has been taken. CNN was going wild, absolutely nothing else to watch on TV. The show was cancelled for the day (the week!). Hell,all the other Broadway shows were when they heard the news.

Never has DeMya seen such a riot. There were of course some pros to the situation, though not that many. The first was that they were in Jonathan Groff's house to sleepover. Any fangirl would die to take her and Amaya's place. The 2nd, was that before they heard, he offered them all Ben Jerry's. They all highly agreed. However, they were the only cons of the whole situation.

This effected the entire NATION. From the headlines, it seemed other countries were shocked at this too. This had to be the work of the person who wants to destroy the Grange. No question about it. Jon came in, his usual optimism diminished as brought breakfast in for everyone. Hot breakfast. "Jonathan, you didn't have to do this..." Teegan groaned,smelling the aroma.

Jon let out a short chuckle. "It's okay. Besides, you didn't have to come over here, not that I'm complaining..." Amaya looked down. "We actually did...and now, we have more of a reason to." He only nodded as he placed the plates down in front of his guests.

It was all mixed up for DeMya. "How...How could someone do something like this?" She questioned. Stealing a national treasure? That was beyond a crime! Jon stared at the TV. "I don't know...from the looks of it, they don't know who did it." Teegan scoffed as she sipped her coffee. "Sounds like someone who won't stop until they get what they want." Amaya's eyebrows furrowed. "And what on earth could that be..."

Jon closed his eyes and crossed his arms. "Power, no doubt. Do you know how much Hamilton's last letter is worth? Millions, I'm sure." "How could someone want that much power...so selfish..." Amaya complained. Teegan thought to herself. "We have to figure this out. But for the moment, we have nothing." The news then caught their attention. There was quite an argument going on. Soon, it turned into being about nothing. Literally nothing. And then,it went to blaming each other. Immediately, after this started, Teegan turned it off. "Society..."

DeMya only had one thought. 'Alex...'

Overnight...

Amaya couldn't sleep. She was kept awake by DeMya's snoring in the sleeping bag Jon had provided. That was the one and only thing she hated about her. They were too close, sisters almost. Like Angelica and Eliza, but they bicker a lot more. Sighing, she got up and went to close the blinds. 'Weird', she frowned. She'd thought they were closed.

She shook the thought off as she looked at the moon. "Alex..." She whispered into the night. Amaya had a feeling he was watching over her and DeMya. And maybe, he was just as worried as she was. Suddenly, she felt a chill up her spine. Confused, she rubbed her arms for warmth and looked around. The moonlight shone in the center of the living room, almost like a spotlight.

Amaya was about to say something, but she only held back a scream as the light coalesced into a figure, a little taller than her. Was this Alex again? "H...Hello...?!" She whisper screamed. Amaya, at this point, was thinking about grabbing a bible and holy water. Maybe even a knife. Or gun. But then she thought about it. This is Jon's house. Does a pure cinnamon roll even own a gun...?

She was cut off by the light dispersing into a person. She looked weirded out. It was a woman. She had brown hair and hazel eyes with pale skin. And her dress: or rather, frock was a light blush pink. "Hello, dear Amaya." She greeted kindly with a smile.

It was a moment or so before she could talk. "Um, hello..." She blinked and gave the best curtsy she could muster. "Mrs..." The woman chuckled and stuck out her ghostly hand. "Ah, my apologies..." She coughed before introducing herself. After she did, Amaya felt like a fool.

"Angelica Schuyler Church, at your service."

AHHHHHH SO SORRY FOR THE LATENESS. Alot has been going on, School, Projects, etc. So sorry. I'll update as much as I can but other than that, i'm sorry about this. Also, later, i'll be asking for characters again! You'll see why. ;)

~Myasings signing off