It was happening again. Speed knew it. He could always tell by the buzzy feeling that he got.

Why it was starting to happen again, he really didn't care. He just knew that he relished in the tingle that started in the back of his mind and spread throughout the rest of his body. It left him feeling warm all over, as if he'd been wrapped in an electric blanket on a cold winter's day.

Speed closed his eyes as the tingling began. It always started out slowly, completely washing over him as it made its way throughout his body. Nothing in the world could compare to this feeling. Nothing.

For a moment, the world stood still. He could see the other members of the group staring at him, their eyes filled with wonderment. The leader of the group was saying something but Speed couldn't hear him. The questions weren't for him, anyway. They were for the lost soul that had decided to use him to speak.

How long the questioning had gone on, Speed didn't know. He only knew it was over when the presence left him and his senses had returned. Then he was on his knees, gasping for air. Immediately, the members of GHaPE were at his side.

"Speed? Are you all right?"

"Someone get some water!"

"That was freaky, man! How often does that happen to you?"

Speed managed a faint smile as he pushed himself off his knees. He'd forgotten that they had some initiates with them today.

'Of course,' he thought, a tiny frown crossing his feature, 'this shouldn't have even happened. We weren't set up to summon anyone.'

"Speed . . . are you all right?"

The question regarding his well-being quickly brought him back. He rose carefully to his feet.

"Well," Speed began, quickly abolishing his frown and smiling at those who were still crowded around him, "I'm all right. No harm, no foul. Thank you for your concern. Gotta love it when they come for a surprise visit."

That received a few chuckles from the older members of the group. Then he gazed at the initiates.

"As for how often it happens . . . it's very hard for me to say. The ghosts choose whom they wish to speak to or through, not by who wants them to. Please remember that. And please remember that we're not always successful, either. Restless spirits have feelings, too."

"Well said," the leader, young and stoutly man named Zack, stated as he made his way through the crowd. "Very well said. Now, the meeting is pretty much over. If those still interested in remaining with us will follow the other members into the basement, the commencement ceremony will begin. Thank you."

As everyone started to file towards the basement, Zack grabbed Speed by the arm, and whispered, "We need to talk."

"Okay," he murmured, walking away from the group. "What about?"

"About what happened," Zack said quietly. "I normally would ask if you'd tried to summon a spirit before the meeting but I know better than that. There was a reason for this ghost's visit. A very serious one. Speed, I really don't know how to say this but . . . someone in your family is in danger."