Sitting up in his bed, Alastair stretched and let out a yawn. He then turned his attention towards the clock on his nightstand. "Oh jeez...!" He cried out, quickly jumping out of his bed. "Is something the matter?" Rachael, who was sitting on the couch already dressed, questioned. "I have to go pick Kiernan up from camp; I overslept..." Alastair grumbled. "Kiernan...?" Rachael asked as she cocked her head in confusion. "A-ah, right, you two haven't met yet, huh?" Alastair said as he quickly took a swig of orange juice. Rachael shook her head. "Is she nice?" She asked. "Kiernan? Mm, she's pretty laidback." Alastair responded. "I see..." Rachael smiled. "May I take a ride if it's not too much trouble, Alastair?" She questioned. "Sure, if you want, I don't care." Alastair shrugged. * As the two made their way down the hall, they ran into a familiar couple of faces. "I told yo

After dropping Kiernan off at her apartment, Alastair lounged around at his desk while Rachael was fast asleep on the couch. Alastair let out a sigh as he turned his attention to the unconscious Rachael. Man does this kid do anything besides sleep...? He wondered to himself. Sighing once more, Alastair laid back in his chair, shutting his eyes. * "Doctor, have you prepared the patient for his upcoming surgery?" A woman asked. "Yes, it seems that the boy is physically ready to handle the operation; his body has responded to the injections just fine." A man replied. "Excellent, now go retrieve him," the woman said. "Oh, and Doctor Honch," the woman continued. "You are looking quite pale, tell me; you haven't grown attached to this experiment, have you?" The woman asked, narrowing her eyes. "No, ma'am," The Doctor quickly replied. "Now, if you'll excuse me," he coughed. "I shall go and prepare experiment 367 for his operation," he said, taking his leave. "We'll see about that

As Kacie was busy on the phone with a client, Alastair was hovering over her seemingly nervously. "Would you like me to inform him about anything else?" Kacie questioned. "I see..." She nodded, jotting something down on a nearby notepad. "Okay then, take care, bye-bye!" She said, hanging up the phone. "Well?" Alastair began just inches from her face. "Uh, boss, a little personal space isn't too much to ask, for now, is it...?" Kacie asked, chuckling nervously. "Ah, you're right, my apologies..." Alastair mumbled, stepping back a bit. "So," Kacie began, clearing her throat. "The client is a nightclub owner who has had complaints filed about a mysterious woman who has flirted with numerous male customers only to mock them, then disappear suddenly without a trace..." She stated. Alastair let out a sigh. "Are we sure these dudes aren't just bitching about the fact that some girl stood them up?" He asked, rol

As Alastair removed his eyepatch, he quickly surveyed the room.I don't see her... He thought, narrowing his eyes.Suddenly Rachael tugged on his sleeve."Huh?" He turned to her."I sense some energy coming from downstairs!" She exclaimed."Now that you mention it..." Alastair whispered."Rach, you stay here, and when that song you know I like comes on, that's your cue to start the process of sealing, okay?"Rachael cocked her head."You mean that song with the bad words...?""My Lonely Vision by Six Feet Under Conversations!" Alastair exclaimed."Just listen for the title of the song in the lyrics, okay?!" He cried."Fine, but stop yelling at me!" Rachael demanded as she proceeded to stick her tongue out."Good grief..." Alastair grumbled, making his way to the stairs.*As he began descending the steps, Alastair felt a cool breeze brush his neck.So she is here...<

As they descended the stairs, Alastair looked down at the unconscious girl lying in his arms. He let out a sigh."Come on!" The spirit shouted."Put her down, and let's get started!" She exclaimed."You're way too happy about this for somebody who's going to lose, you know!" Alastair shouted."I love confidence in a man; it turns me on, you know!" The spirit giggled from across the room."Shut up and play whatever song it is you want to dance to; we're limited on time!" Alastair exclaimed."Aw, come on now, don't be such a stick in the mud Mr. Exorcist...!" The spirit whined as she hit play and hustled to the center of the dance floor."Wait!" Alastair cried suddenly."I just realized, how will we determine who wins this ridiculous competition or not?!" He yelled."Eh...?" The spirit quickly turned to him."Ah, it seems you're right..." She mumbled."You...!" Alastair growled."Don't worry, don't wor