Hello again readers. I apologize once again for the large gap in updating.

I originally intended to wrap up this lockdown before I updated, but a life event has changed this.

My grandfather, after spending nearly a month in the hospital, somewhat unexpectedly passed away on Monday. I'm having a very hard time, as I'm feeling a lot of guilt, and feel like a disappointment and let down to him, because I didn't get my life "in order" before he passed. I know logically that's not true, as he was one of the most understanding people (besides my parents) of my depression, anxiety, and abnormal life. I know he was proud of me, but with my low self esteem and self negativity, I think the negative thoughts almost 99 percent of the time...

Anyway, I want to thank all of you for your thoughts, prayers and patience during this stressful time. I'm posting these two chapters I had already written, because I'm not sure when I'll feel up to writing again, so I wanted to at least give you this small update.

Hope you enjoy the update.

Chapter 119: Angry at a Spirit

Alicia's Point of View

As I made my way back to the Visitor Centre – the building I had changed in - I was thankful I didn't see a single soul on the way. I didn't want to have to explain why I looked upset. I was even more grateful when I reached the building, and made my way to the room where my clothes were waiting for me. Patricia was no where in sight.

As I began to cross the room to grab my clothes off the chair so I could change, I stopped in my tracks when I suddenly saw Emily appear in front of me.

Before I could say anything, she turned halfway, and pointed at my clothes on the chair, and then looked back at me expectedly.

"Yes, I get it now," I started, my tone barely containing the anger I suddenly felt. "I should have stayed in those clothes!" I added.

Emily shook her head in a clear "no" motion, and pointed at my clothes again.

I felt my anger – as irrational as it may have been – rise even more.

"What? If that's not what you meant, then what are you trying to tell me?!" I seethed.

I still felt incredibly embarrassed, even though I was alone, and now I was getting frustrated with Emily's lack of clarity.

Emily frowned, and just motioned to the chair again.

I snapped then, all my emotions reaching their breaking point.

"I don't understand! Okay?!" I nearly yelled. "I'm not a mind reader!" I added in frustration, as I walked past Emily and over toward the chair.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the chair suddenly fell over – quite violently – and spilled my clothes onto the dusty, wooden floor.

I groaned in frustration as I bent down and grabbed the first item my hand reached – my cowboy hat. Then, as I stood up, I whirled around to face Emily again.

"It's not my fault!" I snarled. "Why can't you just talk to us!? All of you?!" I yelled, throwing my cowboy hat at Emily.

I heard a familiar cry, a cry which brought flashes of the day Emily had drowned. A cry of fear just like she had called many times that day, as she vanished.

It wasn't until my cowboy hat hit the wall and fell to the floor, that I realized what she had been trying to tell me.

I saw my silver cross necklace that Zak had given me for protection, fall from the hat and land on the floor.

I had forgotten to put it back on when I had changed into the Saloon Girl dress, and if it really protected me in some way, it probably would of prevented me from having been possessed in the basement of the Theatre.

I felt tears well up in my eyes as I slowly walked over and knelt down, picked up the necklace and checked it over for damage. I was thankful that it hadn't received any from my violent outburst. I lifted it up and put the necklace on, almost immediately feeling a sense of calm come over me as it settled on my chest.

I ended up "falling" back into a sitting position on the dusty wooden floor, and tears began to slowly fall down my cheeks.

"Oh Emily…I'm sorry…" I said quietly, as I remained where I was, and let my emotions out as I cried.

Roughly ten minutes later…

Just as I began to calm down from crying, I jumped as I suddenly heard Zak's voice emit from my walkie talkie.

"Ali…? Where are you?"

I reached up behind my back, and unhooked my walkie talkie from the back of my dress, and brought it around and held it up to my mouth.

"Visitor Centre…it's where Patricia had me change," I replied softly, slowly getting to my feet, picking up my cowboy hat as I did so.

"Are you okay…? Mind if I come see you?" Zak asked, sounding unsure of himself.

Despite feeling my embarrassment flood to the forefront of my emotions again, I knew he was worried about me.

"Yeah, come on down," I replied softly, as I walked over to my clothes and picked them up from the floor.

"Alright. I'm outside the Theatre, be there in a few minutes," Zak replied.

"No problem," I replied, and then set the walkie talkie aside on a nearby table, and began changing out of the dress and into my original outfit for the day – the tank top and jeans.

Wait until he hears I had a fit with my dead sister…he'll think I'm nuts, I thought.

By the time I finished getting dressed, I had made up my mind that I wouldn't sit around like an embarrassed little girl waiting for Zak. I'd meet him halfway.

The guys had all had their fair share of embarrassing experiences – although definitely not of similar nature – at one point or another. There was no reason why I should hide away.

So, despite feeling nervous about seeing Zak after "my" behaviour, I left the Visitor Centre and began walking up the Main Street, heading toward "The Birdcage Theatre", knowing that was where he had last been.

It didn't take very long until I could see Zak in the distance, walking toward me. I was thankful we weren't yet close enough to see each other's faces clearly, because I felt mine flush as I watched him – essentially a cowboy strutting toward me.

When we were close enough to meet each other's eyes, I could see worry and concern in Zak's eyes.

"I'm okay…" I said softly, as we finally reached each other.

"I'm so sorry…if I had known what you were planning to do-" Zak started, but I cut him off.

"It's my fault…when I changed, I forgot this," I started, lifting the cross of the necklace up off my stomach slightly. "Emily tried to warn me…but I just assumed she was referring to the dress," I explained.

Zak frowned slightly, and I could tell he didn't know what to say. He didn't want to chastise me for forgetting the necklace, and I think the circumstances of the possession was causing him to feel unsure and awkward of how to react to me.

"I'm okay…" I said, trying to reassure him. "I'm embarrassed…but I'll live," I said softly.

Zak smiled a bit.

"If it's any consolation…I feel a bit embarrassed too..." Zak said, and I was surprised.

Instead of dwelling on the embarrassment, I decided to try to lighten the mood.

"You mean you didn't enjoy your shy, virgin, girlfriend finally putting some serious moves on you?" I asked, my face flushing slightly, but I also started to laugh quietly.

Zak looked momentarily surprised at my reaction, but then started laughing quietly along with me.

"Well, I didn't say that…" Zak said, purposefully trailing off as he held his hands out toward me, but also toward the sides, as if he wanted to give me a hug, but was unsure if he should.

I laughed quietly again at his response and then smiled and stepped toward him, into his arms, and wrapped my own arms around him. I felt Zak's arms wrap around me and give me a gentle, but firm squeeze, and I couldn't help smiling again.

In keeping with the "lightening the mood" feel, I asked a question I knew would make him laugh.

"So…how are the other guys reacting?" I asked softly, and was rewarded with a wonderful outburst of laughing from Zak.

"I think they're the most terrified they've ever been," Zak joked, and I laughed as I lifted my head from his chest to look up at him.

"Have you um…ever thrown an angry fit at a ghost?" I asked softly, more serious now.

Zak raised an eyebrow in surprise before he responded.

"Have you not watched a single episode of our show?" Zak asked, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Why do you ask, doll?" Zak added, smiling at my laughter.

"Emily appeared to me again when I reached the Visitor Centre…she was trying to point out to me again about the necklace, but I didn't understand at first, and I got angry with her…" I replied. "I threw my hat at her…and she left…" I added, suddenly feeling close to tears.

"Aww, doll," Zak said, giving me another firm and comforting hug. "It's okay. We all get frustrated. I'm sure their side does too," Zak added, gently rubbing my back.

"I guess so…" I replied softly. "I'm afraid she won't interact with me anymore…" I added, feeling my eyes beginning to water a bit.

"Hey, don't think that," Zak said softly, pulling back to look down at me. "She's your sister, and she loves you. I'm sure she understands," Zak added, as he moved his hands from my back and to my arms and gently rubbed them.

"I hope so," I replied, briefly wiping my eyes. "God…I'm laughing one minute and near crying the next, you must think I'm crazy," I added, chuckling quietly.

Zak chuckled softly himself as he shook his head.

"Not at all," Zak said. "Being controlled like that takes a lot out of you," Zak explained, rubbing my arms still.

I couldn't argue with that. I felt like I had had all of my energy drained from me, and also felt like I had just been on the largest emotional roller coaster of my life.

"If you're not up for continuing with the lockdown, it's okay," Zak said, as he watched me intently.

"No, I'm fine," I said, and then lightly smacked his arm. "And don't give me special treatment, you wouldn't offer the guys that," I added, looking at him seriously.

"…if one of the guys shoved me back on a bed and tried to seduce me, I would be the one leaving the lockdown," Zak joked, trying not to laugh.

"Oh ha ha!" I replied, but laughed at the thought.

"I guess this also means, that an offer of deleting the footage would be taken as special treatment?" Zak questioned.

I was surprised - and immensely touched - at his offer, but I couldn't let him do that either.

"Right," I said. "I appreciate the thought, but it's fine," I added, not wanting Zak to think I didn't appreciate the thought.

"Alright doll," Zak said, smiling, before he leaned down and gently kissed my cheek.

I smiled in return as we both pulled back and adjusted our hats, which had gone askew from our embrace.

"So, how about we go lock Aaron up somewhere creepy and leave him alone?" Zak asked jokingly, but I knew it was more than likely to happen regardless.

"You're so mean to Aaron," I said, teasing him.

"Yeah yeah," Zak jokingly whined, and I laughed as we began walking up the street toward "Big Nose Kate's Saloon", where the next part of our lockdown would take place.