Saint Elizabeth's Public Library, Near Midnight

Ophelia could help but stare at Charles.

"Are you serious?" Was the only thing she could say,

Charles simply shrugs. "What? Oh, come on cher! A little Jazz is always welcome!" He said with a big smile. "Especially if de player is using a trumpet, seriously is like people only play de Sax this days!"

Ophelia just stared a few seconds more. "Mysterious music begins to play around us in a haunted place and the only thing that your care about is the type of music!?" She yelled in frustration."

"Relax isn't the ghosts." Was the young man answers.

She just raises an eyebrow. "How do you know that?" She asked with a hint of curiosity.

"Because of this!" He pointed to his mask. "With this baby I can track the paranormal energy that the ghosts leave." He said very proud of his skill.

Any anger that Ophelia had, was replace immediately for curiosity, her eyes almost tingling with excitement. "So that's what they do! Incredible! To be able to transform ectoplasm radiation to a visible spectrum… and you say this was, magic? If I could replicate it with technology…" She couldn't finish her sentence, she stop talking focusing only in the ideas that were appearing in her mind.

Charles just had a smug smile. "Yeah, I'm kind of awesome aren't I?" He hadn't understood much of what she said, but, who was he to reject a compliment?

Ophelia minds returned to reality as soon as she heard Charles talk, remembering where she was, and with who she was talking to, a complete stranger. "Ahem –kof- Yeah, well, I had been working in a gadget to track ghost too, isn't finished yet but it should work properly."

"Oh really? And where it is?" He asked with a smirk.

The face of the young woman grew a few shades of red. "I… forgot it."

Charles just blinked. "Huh?"

Ophelia –that seems like could become more red- suddenly began to yell. "I forgot it alright! I was incredible nervous and was worried and didn't what should or shouldn't take and this had to be perfect or all my work would be waste and my uncle would hate me and-"

"OK, ok, breathe, breathe," Charles interrupted her, maybe I should stop teasing her for now… She didn't shoot me with her gun though, nah let's give her a break, he thought. "Listen, is alright, it is your first mission, we all make mistakes, ok?" He tried to calm her down. "Let's just focus in de mysterious music, alright?"

Ophelia had a startle face; she could believe that she had yelled all that to a stranger that she just had met for a few second, her face would become even more red if it were possible. "Ok, ok," She answered while breathing like he told her, then her face become a frown and aimed her gun at him. "But don't think I will let my guard down! You lead I will keep an eye on you."

Charles shoulders dropped a little. "This is what happens when I try to be a nice guy?"

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The two walked through the destroyed library to the second floor, following the music, until they found the source of the sound.

In the middle of many destroyed bookshelves was very big man with tan skin, wearing a long coat, he was playing a trumpet with great energy, his shaggy hair moving back and for.

Charles smug smile returned while he whispered. "Told ya wasn't a ghosts."

Ophelia was doing her best to keep her calm. "That doesn't mean that he isn't dangerous." She whispered too.

"Now you're just being paranoid, no one dat plays like dat can be dangerous." Charles said, turning his head to see his "captor" at the face, a smile still in his face.

"What have to do his music talent with the danger that represents?" Ophelia said between her teeth.

"I assure you miss that Ia don't want to hurt any of you." I new voice said calmly.

They had become so engrossed in their discussion that didn't hear when the music stop playing, or when the man began to walk right to them.

Here were a few seconds of silent.

Until Charles decide to talk first. "Dat was a great song!"

Ophelia just brings her right hand to her face.

Gaston on the other just smile accepting the compliment. "Thanks, though sadly it seems that it didn't accomplished its objective." He finished with a little disappointment in his voice.

"Oh? And what was de song supposed to do?" Charles asked, a little more relaxed now. "Oh, and I'm Charles by de way and this is Ophelia." He said pointing at the woman, how still had her hand in her face and was murmuring something that sounded like 'I'm the only sane woman'. "We were hired to stop the ghost."

"Oh! Where are my manners! I'm Gaston," The giant said bowing a little. "I was hired to stop the ghost too! And I was trying to attract the ghosts with music; it works most of the time." He finished with a calm smile.

That sentence makes Ophelia react. "Wait, what? You were trying to lure a ghost with music!" She asked incredulous.

Gaston, oblivious to her surprise answered calmly. "Oh yes, many ghosts had very strong reactions to emotions and music is a perfect way to convey an emotion in a wide area."

Ophelia just kept staring at Gaston, her mind thinking of the possibilities.

"So I just needed bring a radio with me to attract a ghost? Wish I would have known that a long time age" Charles asked with a little of wonder and annoyance in his voice.

Gaston just laughs a little. "Oh no no, ss more complicated than that, for one the music must be at live, real emotions can't be recorded, and two, different kind of music affect ghosts in different ways, even the same music can affect two ghosts in very different ways." He warned.

At this Ophelia raise an eyebrow. "Huh? But how can you know what kind of music-" Her question was interrupted by a loud yell.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The yell echoed in all the library, and cause a brief headache to the group.

Above them, floating at the middle of the air, was young looking woman, wearing a white cloak, she was incredible pale and her hair was red, almost like it was on fire, and of course, she was see-through.

"Ah, my song worked after all!"

Ophelia put her hand on her face again.