It had just about broken my heart going through Pitch like a ghost. Yet, I had accepted it. I was dead. I had to be a ghost or something. So I couldn't be with Pitch again. I would be able to watch over him and see to his happiness. That was something I was going to have to accept. I wasn't going to be happy, but I was going to live with it. When Pitch, Frank, and Beth had started to leave I had learned I was able to follow. I was only able to follow Pitch.
If I learned anything about following Pitch it is that it was torture. Almost every day my heart seemed to break a little more if that was even possible. All I could do was watch him mourn. It's not something I would wish on my worst enemy. He was not himself. He would cry, not that I blame him, but it seemed all he did was cry. I was able to torment him a bit. I didn't mean to do it at first, but honestly he needed to get over me. There were other fish in the sea, so to speak.
I was doing a proper haunt of Pitch Black. I do mean proper. Those special effects in ghost movies were totally what I was doing. I think I was making him afraid. I didn't know that was even possible to do. This mourning thing wasn't him. It was easy to be sad, but it took guts to move on.
"Great." I figured it out. "He needs courage." That's what the moon had told me. I was courage. I was the courage and because Pitch didn't have some he didn't see me! "I'm an idiot." I said to myself, well I said it out loud, but no one could hear me. "How am I supposed to instill courage in that!?" I shouted to the top of Pitch's cave like dwelling.
Pitch would sulk similar to the way I'd seen cartoons. His shoulders were slumped his head down, his feet would drag, and he would brush past his nightmares not straying from his path. He needed something. I was not sure what. It wasn't something I could give. A thought popped into my head 'Guardians…the Guardians.' I knew that was the moon.
Alright I had to find the Guardians. I knew that the Easter Bunny had underground tunnels, but had no idea how to find them. The Sandman would make rounds every night to give children dreams, but he didn't always visit every town, but his sand did. The Tooth fairy had hordes of mini-fairies to take care of the tooth collection. I didn't know how I was going to get to the North Pole, but it was the best shot I'd have.
I looked at Pitch as he sulked along. It was for him. I would make it to the North Pole for him. Without him I couldn't be seen…possibly. I realized I never really tested if I could be seen by people. All the people I had interacted with had been mourning mine and the other's deaths. This was going to be an adventure.
Some children could see me. It was strange. I was having a sleepover now with a little boy named Kenny. He was a sweet little thing. Kenny wanted to know where I was going. When I told him he was overjoyed and wondered how someone could go to the North Pole not on Christmas. I told him I wasn't sure.
"Miss Gen?" Kenny asked me the morning after our sleepover.
"Yeah?"
"Does Santa know you're comin'?" Kenny asked. "Mama always says it's rude to show up without tellin' someone you're comin'."
"I'm not sure how to tell him." I admitted. I had never even thought that I should find a way to tell I was coming. Would Santa even be able to see me?
"You write him a letter!" Kenny said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I'll write him one for you."
"Thanks." I replied. I'm sure a letter would get to Santa way before I would. This trip was not easy. I was able to hop on a train and made it to New York. I had to find a plane that would take me north. I wasn't sure if I should go with Northern Canada as my route to the North Pole or Russia. Something was telling me Russia. It was a huge pull to Russia. I'm sure it had to do with the moon's influence. There was a big problem. I had no idea how to get to Russia besides by plane. As far as I knew I couldn't exactly buy a plane ticket.