Back with more Ghost Hunters! This time, we have a nice discussion with Angelica and find out there's more help coming Amaya and DeMya's way: more than you think! Also Hamilton belongs to my Great Grandpa-stop.

"Angelica Schuyler Church, at your service." The woman curtised to Amaya, her only staring in shock. Only a few muffled words came out of the teen's mouth of seeing the historical badass. "H-...Huh...? An...Angelica-God, congratulations, um, um, Satisfied, ah, ooh,-"

Angelica laughed as she waved a hand in front of her. "Amaya." Said girl flinched and squeaked out a small, but screamed 'Work!'. This was all insane. Did she really just have an encounter with the best big sister of all time?!

Angelica sat down on the couch, seeming to hold her transparent self and patted the side of the couch, laughing. "Yes, it is me. I hope I haven't disturbed you..." Hesitantly, Amaya sat down. "I'm so sorry, Angelica...but why are you here? N-Not that I don't like you being here." She never wanted to upset her.

The older sighed and looked at her. "The Hamilton family is slowly falling apart." Amaya blinked. "The hell? What do you mean 'Slowly falling apart'? Families never break...do they?" Angelica was silent for a few long moments. Finally, she spoke. "When my dearest, Alexander's home was under preparations for demolition, he began to get torn from heaven and is now roaming the earth as a ghost. When his last letter to my sister Eliza got stolen, it started to tear all of us from heaven."

Amaya had to cover her mouth to stop herself from screaming at 2 AM in the morning. Heavy breathing, sweating, and large eyes were all that she needed to do to express her shock and horror. When her hand was removed, she was shaking and in tears. "W...hat?" Angelica looked solemnly at the wall. "History is being meddled with, and it is potentially destroying the Hamilton family. I'm all alone here. I can't see Eliza, Peggy, Alexander, or any of my nieces or nephews. My children..." There was a long pause, and Angelica took a moment to fake a coughing fit. At first, Amaya believed it at first, until she realized that Angelica Schuyler Church, the person she admired and aspired to be, who she loved with all of her heart and soul: was crying right in front of her.

Amaya couldn't take it anymore, she covered her face and started to sob in her hands. "An...Angelica! This is so unfair! I'm so, so sorry! I didn't realize any of this was going on! It's too cruel..." she wept. Angelica took a few moments to collect herself before using her free hand to gently pet Amaya's hair. The fangirl froze. She could touch her? "Hush, darling, i'm here..." was the soft voice that was Mrs. Angelica Schuyler Church. Amaya cried into her chest as the older woman hugged her and rubbed her back.

There they stayed for a few moments until Amaya pulled away, a small sniffle coming out. "I..." she hiccuped. "I'm sorry..." The other smiled sadly. "Don't trouble yourself. I am just a person helping another...brush your tears away." Amaya looked up at Angelica pleadingly. "Please, Angelica. Isn't there anything we can do?"

Angelica paused for a moment and then smiled. "That is precisely the reason why I came here." She reached behind herself, and pulled out something. "My mother gave me this when I was younger, and I kept it all throughout my life. After the war, during my marriage to my husband, John, and even on my death date. That's...why I have it now." She was a little embarassed as she handed Amaya a diary that was worn. Amaya was a little shocked that she could actually touch it.

Angelica continued."It has my entire life in there. My happiness, my struggles, my pain..." she listed off as Amaya continued to flip through it, squealing slightly. There were drafts of letters to Alex in here! She decided not to voice it, obviously. "...it won't be safe if I keep it." Angelica suddenly spoke up, face hidden. "Imagine if something else were to happen. That might be wiped from my memory. I don't want that. I want to treasure my words for all time. Until the day that this is all over...i'm giving it to you , Amaya Jones."

Amaya didn't know what to say to this, as she continued to listen to her. "Why me? I'm just a normal girl." She decided to rephrase that. "Why us ? DeMya and I didn't ask for this mission in the first place. We're just kids. No kid can stop a demolition. I just..." She closed the notebook. "...don't get it."

It was a long moment of silence before Angelica took her hands and looked her in the eye. "Because you are young. You can make a difference in this world. You can SAVE this world. A mind like yours can change the lives of all mankind, if someone would put their mind to it. It has to be you. You and DeMya together. Please. Do it. For my family. For history." Angelica covered her mouth once again and shut her eyes tight. "...for time itself."

Amaya couldn't stand to see this again. She put her hand over Angelica's cheek. "Please, please don't cry Angelica. Of course i'll help you. DeMya and I will do whatever it takes, just...don't cry." Angelica calmed down once more and laughed a little. "I'm so sorry. This isn't the first time i've cried. ...Come to think of it, that hasn't been in so long." They both laughed at that, but quietly. Angelica then began to fade. Amaya's eyes widened. "Wait, Angelica! What do we do...?"

Angelica just smiled at her. "Get back my brother in law's letter. And stop the destruction of his home. Their home. If you need anything, anything at all, my diary will guide you. I'm so sorry, my dear friend. But I haven't much time left. Soon enough, we will meet again. Farewell, until then..." Those were the last words of the Maid of honor before she disappeared.

Amaya just held the diary tight to her chest, a new determination filled within her. She would wake DeMya early that next morning and tell her all about this encounter, and the current dilemma. She didn't care if no one but her believed her, who she'd have to hurt or blame. Even if she got hurt in the process...

They were going to save the Hamiltons.

All of them.

SO, SO SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS DELAYED. I HAD SOME STUFF I NEEDED TO TAKE CARE OF. WHAT DID YOU GUYS THINK? DID YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER? THOUGHTS? REVIEW!

~Myasings signing off