Jonah took the lead as we got outside. He led me to their garage and grabbed a bike.

"Hop on," he said easily. I did, well on the back of the bike. He had the kind of bike that had the footstools on the back wheel. "Which way to your house?"

"Take a right at the end of the drive," I replied casually. Jonah seemed a little calm to have been here only a few days.

"So your parents weren't kidding when they said you lived right next door," Jonah said as we pulled up into our driveway.

I should probably mention that my house is HUGE. Well, it has to be kind of big to hold eight people regularly and two sets of grandparents comfortably on holidays.

"Yeah, well, my parents aren't real smart in the joke department," I jumped off as we reached our garage. My bike was the only one that was ever used and it was the easiest one to grab. I met him outside the garage and we started on our tour. First things first, I decided to show him the quickest way to school. He said that he could remember it easily enough. As the hours passed we grew to know and understand each other a little better. It was around seven thirty when I told him that we should be getting back.

"That sounds like a plan. Would you like to come over for dinner? My dad is a pretty good cook and had a roast going when you and your family stopped by," Jonah said casually.

I looked over at him. He was kind of cute with his hair and eyes. I thought that it wouldn't hurt. "Sure but I would have to call my parents to let them know. I mean even though we do live next door, my parents are kind of strict."

"That's no problem I'll even make sure that my dad vouches for you," Jonah replied laughing.

It was easy to be myself around him. I could relax and just tell him things I normally wouldn't even tell my mom. I glanced over at him again. Looking at him I realized something. I'd seen him before. But that was impossible. He had moved here from Connecticut. I shook my head. It was impossible for me to have met him before.

We soon arrived at his house and we were met by Mr. Campbell. "Hey kids. Aislinn, I asked your parents if you could stay for dinner after you left and they said that was fine. Dinners just about ready." With that he turned around and walked back in the house. Jonah and I followed.

"So Aislinn is there anything that you would like to tell Jonah and I," Matt asked as we walked in doors.

"What are you talking about," I asked not thinking that he was talking about the dead people that I see at times.

"You know what I'm talking about. The dead people. Surely you want to tell us about them," he replied casually.

My mouth opened and it felt like my bottom jaw it the floor. HOW DID HE KNOW? THERE WAS NO WAY IN HEAVEN OR HELL THAT HE COULD KNOW!

"What dead people? I honestly have no idea what you are talking about," I said trying not to blush. Whenever I lie I blush. Lord, in heaven help me.

That was when Jonah decided to speak up. "Stop lying Aislinn. You and I both know what you felt today. Just tell the truth."

I looked at both of them. I could tell in their eyes that they wanted to help me. But I didn't know if I could trust them. My head kept yelling no, my heart kept yelling yes. I had to decide, so I did.

"Fine. Yes, I see dead people. No I don't want people to know," I said sounding a little pissed off. I turned around out of his kitchen into what I assumed was the living room. It had a couch, a couple of recliner chairs, a coffee table, and a medium sized television. Immediately I headed over to the couch and sat down. I needed the rest anyways. "At first I thought it was all fake, but when they kept coming I knew that it just had to be real. And the only times they ever really disappear are when I'm at church and for some crazy reason when I'm in your house."

Jonah and Matt looked at each other. Then, Jonah started to laugh. I looked at him wondering why he was doing such a crazy thing.

"Seriously, I don't think this is the appropriate time to be doing such a thing Jonah. Honestly this isn't funny," I said grabbing a pillow off the couch and tossing it at him. He caught it easily.

"It is funny because when we first met, the roles were switched. I was the one who saw the dead people. You were the one who helped ease the torture," he replied casually.

"What do you mean, 'when we first met'? I have never seen you before in my entire life until today," I asked starting to get a little hysterical. I then turned to Mr. Campbell. "Is the roast burning?"

He sniffed and quickly left the room with a quiet excuse me.

"We met in the year 1921 on the sidewalk in front of the cinema in Goatswood. We bumped into each other as I was passing by and you were heading into see a flick with your friends," Jonah said coming to sit next to me. He looked intensely into my eyes. As he spoke telling of our encounter (refer to the chapter titled So Long Ago.) I could see it happen in my head, as if the scene was right behind my eyes. I saw the look of fear in his eyes as he tried to avoid mine. There was a bright flash and then we were by the dock talking when a man stepped out of the shadows and explained everything to us. Next thing I knew I was back in Jonah's new home.

"It's all true. Every bit of it. So that means…"

"DINNER!"

Jonah and I stood up and headed to the kitchen to eat.

"The roast is a little burned, but personally I think that adds flavor! Don't you Ais…" Matt stopped abruptly as I entered.

The look on my face was one of confusion. I believed Jonah now. But some things were still bothering me.

"What does this mean? Am I crazy," I asked sitting down at the spot offered.

"No. It just means that you have a hard and difficult life ahead and that you need Jonah and I to help you along the way," Mr. Campbell replied.

He was a nice guy. Offering to help me when I thought I was going crazy. Maybe I am going crazy…

"Here's my question. How did you know where I lived?"

"Well, we traveled from town to town a for a while, then when we finally moved to town a few hours away, Jonah here, felt a pull in this direction. So one Saturday, I drove in the direction he indicated and when we reached Wheatfield, Jonah stated to freak out kind of," Mr. Campbell started telling me while passing around the food. "We started to drive up and down the streets one at a time until, Jonah told me to stop outside your house. We noticed you and your family outside having a good time and left quickly. I had noticed this house was for sale, so Jonah convinced me to buy it. He can be very persuasive you know."

I was quiet. I felt like the supernatural was after me. Maybe it was. Or my original idea of going crazy could be true as well.

"Look, Aislinn, you died back then because of me. I'm not going to let that happen this time. I promise. Just trust me and Matt. I know it's a lot to take in all at once, but you have us," Jonah said getting my attention away from my thought of going crazy. I looked him in the eye. I thought to myself, well it doesn't hurt to try…