"August 10th, 1888. Father's last day alive."

Sam had her hand clasped firmly into Phantom Dan's. He led the way down the spiral staircase as she listened to him narrate the day's events. Her body was still sore from their landing moments earlier in Dan's room. By now, she had grown used to the constant aches that came with every new day, so, they didn't hurt so bad. But still, they hurt. How Phantom Dan put up with it for five years. she'd never didn't really say anything when they landed this time. Honestly, they didn't need to. Just a look into each other's eyes told them all they needed to know. As cliché as that might have sounded to Sam, it was true, plain and simple.

They had reached the bottom of the steps right near the front door. Bertrand held the door open, but Sam was unable to see who was outside. Vlad and Penelope blocked her view as they spoke to thier visitor.

"I'm sorry, Walker," Vlad said, "But I haven't seen Mr. Foley around for a couple weeks now. Have we, Penny?"

"No, we haven't," she agreed.

"How very interesting," their visitor said, unconvinced, "Espcially considering, from your own words, ma'am, you were the last one to see him right before his disappearance."

"If I might remind you, Walker," Penelope said in that fake sweet voce of hers, "Bertrand was along with me. So, no. I was not the last one to see Mr. Foley. Not by myself."

"Fine then. Let me amend my previous statement. You and Bertrand were the last people to see Mr. Foley. Out of curiousity, was Bertrand also with you when Ms. McLean passed away a few months ago?"

"Who is that guy?" Sam asked Phantom Dan.

"That would be Sheriff Walker. He considers himself the judge, executioner, jury, executioner, and jailor."

"You said executioner twice."

"He likes that part of the job."

"Walker, this is ridiculous," Vlad said irritably as he crossed his arms, "Nobody's wondering what happened to Ms. McLean. She died of the flu."

"What does her death have anything to do wtih Mr. Foley's?" Penelope demanded.

"Who said he's dead?" Walker asked, "You seem to know a lot about this case, ma'am. More than I do as a matter of fact. Vey interesting, isn't it?"

"I don't think I like what you're implying, Sheriff," she snarled.

"I do," Sam snorted.

"Nor do I," Vlad joined in, "Now my wife and I have told you everything we know. So, why don't you go back to doing your job instead of bothering innocent bystanders."

From the low growl Walker gave out, Sam guessed he didn't appreciate Vlad suggesting he wasn't doing his job.

"I'll go," Walker sneered, "But I'm warning you, if so much as a goldfish goes missing in this town, I'm coming back after you, Mrs. Masters. Good day."

"The absolute nerve of that man," Vlad muttered as Bertrand slammed the door, "If it weren't for the fact he's the only man in this town competant enough to be sheriff, I'd have his head. How dare he suspect you!"

"Now, now, darling," Penelope patted his hand, "Don't be too hard on him. He's only doing his job. Why don't you sit down and relax while Bertrand and I go and see if Ms. Sanchez is ready with dinner yet."

Sam and Phantom Dan followed Penelope and Bertrand down the hallway and eavesdropped into their conversation.

"You gave them Sanchez, right?" Penelope asked as she glanced down at the butler.

"I told her it was freshly picked thyme and rosemary to be mixed in with tonight's meal. Stupid girl barely even gave them a glance before dropping them into the pot. I must say, Penelope, this is very unlike you. Trying out a new method?"

"No, you idiot. It's not supposed to kill them. It's supposed to make them sick. That way no one will ask questions when- well, you know."

"You're doing it tonight, then? But what about Walker. He's already suspicious enough as it is."

"Oh, let him be as suspicious as he wants. Everyone had food poisoning and unfortunately, one doesn't recover. What else is there for him to argue."

Sam balled up her fists and snarled. As much as she wanted to punch this evil woman in the face, she couldn't. Everything here were just memories. Nothing to shout at, argue with, punch in the face. Well, technically she could do that last part, but it wouldn't have any affect. She would just pass through and end up flat on the floor while Penelope would walk away unscathed. How Dan had managed to restrain himself, she'll never know. She looked over at Phantom Dan and noticed that he was barely restraining himself. Great minds think alike, apparently.

"And anyways," Penelope continued, "It's not Walker I'm worried about. I'm more concerned with Daniel. Walker is under the assumption I'm human. But Daniel, he knows better and that's what worries me. We're going to have to do something about him Bertrand."

"Penelope," Bertrand cautioned, "Be very careful here. Think about what you're doing. It's bad enough destroying Vlad after Foley disappeared. Getting rid of Daniel right after Vlad is practically suicide, Penelope. Walker will never leave us alone!"

"Being human yourself, Bertrand, I would have thought that you of all people would know just how suggestive humans can be. Especially, when you have a magic staff to help you out."

"You know I'm no ordinary human, Penelope."

"What?" Sam looked at Phantom Dan, "What does that mean?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, "I was never able to figure that out."

"And you have me to thank for that."

"And I've been serving you for over two-hundred and fifty years. That's not thanks enough?"

"Don't test me, Bertrand. I will be more than happy to dispose of you just like I did to my sister, arrogant little brat. I'll never forgive her!"

"Because of Damon?"

"Who? Oh, yes, him. I've moved on since then. No. I'll never forget that selfish bitch for making me what I am in the first place!"

"Damon?" Sam asked.

Phantom Dan shrugged again, "I don't know about him, either."

"Dinner!" Paulina's voice called out as a bell rang and rang down the hall.

"Ugh," Penelope covered her ears in annoyance, "The first thing I will do when I have her fired is burn that damned bell and send it back to where it belongs!" She started to walk away with Bertrand following her, "Actually, Bertrand. You should probably stay here. You don't want to get queezy when everyone else does. That'll just make a bigger mess for you to clean up tonight. I'll call you when it's over."

Bertrand made a disgusted groan and quickly ran in the opposite direction as his face turned green. As soon as he left, Sam felt the wind blowing against her face.

"Oh, thank god," she sighed, "I really didn't want to see any of that retching.

Phantom Dan hugged her tight against him, "You won't have to see much for very long."

She looked up at him, "Why? What's on the next page?"

He stood silent for a moment and looked up, not seeing anything. He was completley distant to the world as the wind and the loose pieces of paper swirled around them. Finally, he let out a long sigh and turned back to Sam.

"My last day."