A/N: I am SO sorry for not updating in such a long time! Life has been crazy lately and I've been trying to think of ways to end the other three stories I have at the moment and....ahh! It's just crazy. So I apologize again and I will try not to take so long on the next chapter. Thank you guys!

"Hey Delia?"

Delia, who had been washing a plate at the sink, turned to face Jim, who was sitting at the kitchen table.


"Can I use your phone?"

Delia dried the plate off and sat it down. "Sure. You don't have to ask."

Jim shrugged and picked the phone up. "Yeah, but this is your house after all."

"What's mine is yours and Mel's." Delia said, turning back to the sink.

Jim smiled and began dialing. He hadn't really wanted to call Melinda's mother, but he figured that he had to. After all, she was Mel's mom. She did have a right to know about what happened, even if she didn't get along that great with her daughter.

After a few rings, Beth answered. "Hello?"

"Hi. Beth?" Jim said. "This is Jim."

"Oh, Jim." Beth said, attempting to hide her surprise. "Well what can I do for you?"

"Uh, nothing for me." Jim explained. "I'm calling about Melinda. She had an accident."

Beth took a deep breath. "What kind of accident? Is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine." He wasn't entirely sure how true that was. He began to explain everything to Beth, starting at when Melinda got home from work, and ending at the part about when he explained to her about her gift. He left out the kissing part; some things just needed to be left private.

Beth was quiet for a long time after Jim finished. He wasn't sure if she was still on the phone or if she hung up, until he heard her clear her throat.

"So she doesn't…she doesn't remember anything?" Beth asked quietly. "She doesn't even know you?"

"No, she doesn't." Jim said. "The doctor said that the only thing we could do would be to try and help her remember."

"And you want me to help." Beth guessed.

"It was an idea." Jim admitted. "I'm not forcing you into anything. I just thought that maybe, since your Mel's mom, that you would want to help her regain her memory. I know that you two aren't that close, but she's still your daughter."

"You think I don't know that?" Beth snapped.

Jim didn't reply. He didn't really know what else to say to her, and Melinda had just entered the kitchen. "I know you do. I'm sorry. Look, I have to go. If you feel like trying to help then feel free to come sometime next week. That's when we should be able to move back into our house. Bye."

Jim hung up before Beth could reply.

"Who was that?" Melinda asked, sitting down. Jim looked at her warily, uncertain if he wanted to tell her or not. Just in case Beth decided not to show up…he didn't want to get Mel's hopes up.

"Just someone who I thought could help you get some of your memories back." Jim said. Technically, that was true. So he wasn't lying to her. Technically.

"Oh." Melinda said. She smiled. "Good. I really want to know who I was—er—am."

"I don't know if she's going to be able to help or not." Jim told her. He sat down at the table across from her. "It all depends."

"Depends on what?" Melinda questioned.

"Uh…," Jim stuttered.

"It depends on if she has time or not." Delia, who had finished with the dishes and was leaning against the counter, offered. She had been eavesdropping and decided to come to Jim's rescue.

"Oh, okay." Melinda said. She smiled again. "Well, whoever she is, I hope she has time. I really want to know who I am. I mean, do I have any siblings? And what about my parents? Grandparents? Do I have a job? How about a pet? There are so many things that I don't know. I'm willing to do anything to remember."

Jim smiled. Despite the fact that she had almost no idea who she was, she was in a great mood. Jim loved to see her happy. She had the most beautiful smile.

"I can answer some of those questions for you right now." Jim said. "What would you like to know first?"

Melinda's eyes lit up. There were so many questions zooming around her head that she had no idea what to ask first. She decided on a basic question. "Can you tell me about my parents?"

Jim hesitated. Of course, she would ask the one question that he didn't want to answer. "Your mom's name is Beth. You two don't get along very well. You never have."

"Can she see them too?" Melinda asked, sitting on the edge of her seat.

By them Jim was fairly sure Melinda was referring to the ghosts. He nodded. "Yeah. You're grandmother could too."

"Could my dad?"

"No." Jim said. He really hoped that she wouldn't press him for more details right now. Thankfully, Melinda seemed to be more interested in getting more information about herself.

"Do I have a sister?" She asked. "I've always wanted a sister."

Jim blinked. "What?"

"I've always wanted a…hey!" Melinda exclaimed, beaming. "I remembered something! I remembered that I wanted a sister!"

I never knew she wanted a sister. Jim was skeptical, but he didn't want to ruin Melinda's joyous moment. "That's great Mel! You're going to remember everything else in no time!"

"I really hope so." Melinda smiled. "So…do I have a job?"

"Yes you do." Delia spoke up before Jim had the chance. "We work together at the antique shop you own, Same As It Never Was."

"That sounds fun." Melinda said. They sat in silence for a little while, Melinda to caught up in her thoughts to ask anymore questions. Jim was struck by an idea.

"Hey Mel?"

Melinda's eyes focused on him. "Yeah?"

"I was thinking that it may help your memory some if you could get out and walk around the town. Maybe we could go see a movie or something."

"That sounds great!" Melinda was already out of her chair. She grabbed Jim's hand and pulled him along behind her.

Jim laughed as Melinda drug him towards her red car. He had gone back to their house the night before to get some changes of clothes for both of them and a few other necessities that they would need until they could move back into their house. He had brought the car over too so that they wouldn't have to force Delia to chauffer them around.

"Can I drive?" Melinda asked when they reached the car. She had the driver's door halfway open already. She was like a kid on a sugar high. Jim found her quite amusing.

"Sure." He pulled the keys out of his pocket and tossed them to her, and then he got in the car. A few moments later, Melinda pulled out of the driveway and began driving down the road.

Jim watched Melinda as she drove. She seemed to be deep in thought. He couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking. It had to be a horrible thing, losing your memory. You wouldn't know anyone or anything. Jim couldn't help but feel bad because he knew that it was his fault.

Both Jim and Melinda were pulled out of their thoughts when Melinda suddenly slammed the breaks on. The tires screeched and the car swerved back and forth. Jim was thrown forward against the dash and Melinda hit the steering wheel. When the car finally came to a halt they were half off the road and had angry drivers beeping at them.

"Are you okay?" Jim asked.

"I-I think so." Melinda murmured. Shakily, she pulled the car off to the side so that the traffic could continue.

"What happened?" Jim looked at her. She was staring straight ahead.

"That kid was just standing in the middle of the road! I couldn't hit him!" Melinda said, turning to glare at Jim. "What, do you expect me to just kill someone!?"

"Mel…what kid?"

"The one standing right there!" Melinda yelled, pointing out the window. Jim looked but saw nothing.

"There's no one there."

Melinda's eyes widened and she realized something. "He's…it's…he's…already dead." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "He's a ghost."

Jim didn't know what to say. Melinda leaned her head against the steering wheel. "I almost killed us because I saw a ghost! How do I tell the difference between someone who's alive and dead!? I don't understand! I don't know how to do this! I don't know how to be this amazing woman who helps ghosts go into the light that I used to be. Why is this all so damn complicated!?"

"It's all new to you right now." Jim tried to comfort her. "It'll get easier. Trust me."

Melinda sighed. "Yeah, I hope you're right."

They sat in silence for a few minutes until Jim spoke up.

"Do you still want to go into town?"

"Yeah." Melinda looked at him. "If you still want to go with me…I mean, I did almost kill you."

Jim gave her a reassuring smile. "I can't be killed that easily."

A/N: This chapter was sort of lame and boring. I apologize for that. I'll work REALLY hard to get the next chapter up soon. Thank you for reading and please please review! :)

Special thanks to livfan23 for the suggestion about Mel's mom. That's what gave me the inspiration for this chapter so thank you!!!