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"Katie!" He shouted her name

Both Katie and Sam stopped, and turned back Katie seemed surprised to see hi?" he asked,up

"My B and B is down the street," Sa at Artist House We don’t have a place anymore"

"Oh, well, it’s a beautiful place," David said They walked together on down to Katie where she waited

"A couple of drunks got rowdy?" she asked

"Yeah, Pete was there"

She laughed "Pete doesn’t have to deal with the drunks much these days He ht in front of him"

"Yep," David said

"Hey, a cop is a cop," Saht See you all Toot your act up toht?"

"Sunday, yes," she said "Good night, Sam"

Sa at David "I was trying to walk you home," he told her

She smiled "That’s nice"

"Let me see you in"

"Okay"

They walked in silence for a minute They reached her house and she opened the door She seemed to hesitate, as if she was about to ask him in, but wasn’t sure

He waited

She didn’t

"Thank you," she said

He nodded "Well, keep your door locked, all right?" he asked

Her sht her eyes were truly a crystal that seemed hypnotic He reminded himself that she was Sean’s little sister

But Sean’s little sister had grown up

"Well, good night," he told her

"Good night"

She closed the door; he heard her lock it He turned and walked slowly back to the Beckett house

He paused on the street He loved the house but tonight, it seemed cold, empty and forlorn

And down the street, he could see the ical, but it seeht that the e in the shadows, dark and evil

Irritated, he let himself into the house he noned He went to bed, and lay awake a long ti

Katie was exhausted, but the events of the past few days see at sounds But then she grew angry with herself; she wasn’t easily scared For God’s sake, it wasn’t as if she thought there was a ghost in her closet

There host in her closet, but if there was, she wasn’t afraid of it! Ghosts reached out They needed help They weren’t evil puffs of air or mist or…whatever They were lost, and frequently, in pain

She wondered then if there were evil ghosts In her experience, no For her, they were a part of life-just like allergies were to so, and so around endlessly

She was fond of Bartholohostly way, he was a very good friend He was fond of her, as well

She thought about David, and what he believed-that surely there was nothing in the world beyond the obvious David wouldn’t be a big believer in ghosts

She tried counting sheep That was ridiculous She looked at the clock It was 4:00 am She prayed for sleep

At last, she drifted off, and then fell deeply asleep She woke slowly in thethe hum of the air conditioner Her drapes were closed, but the sun was filtering into her rooood

She stretched, and then rolled over, cuddling her pilloanting just a few more minutes in bed

She froze