Morris' journal was in reach, and he was reading the words on the screen. He had readthe cry for help. He sat with his head in his hands, his mind racing. What should he do? He didn't want to see her hurt. He didn't want to see her at all until he knew for a fact she was alright. He-

No. This happened because of what HE had wanted. He stood up. No more feeling sorry for himself. Even if the girl he loved WAS hurt... he could get through this.

He floated downstairs to Pacific.

I see her crumpled form, on the floor. She looks as if in pain. I can't see her moving. Closing my eyes, I dare not to look at her any longer. I float out of Scilph's room, and into our living quarters, and I notice a cupcake on the desk. I want to eat it, but I know I can't... it torments me... I throw it out the open window, which, strangely, still as light shining through it.

Pacific is on the floor, blood around her. I gasp. Eralonia comes to me, looking horrified. She jumps into my arms. I pet her, then put her down. I pat poor Nova's head. Pacific needs medical attention, and fast. I see her eyes slowly travel to me as I dart across the room to the phone. Turning my hand solid, I dial the Emergency Protocol Services, tell them my location. I also tell them to bring the Time Team with them as well. I hang up and look at poor Pacific. She is so weak and frail. I sit down next to her. I can feel ectoplasm welling up in my eyes. I wipe it away quietly. Her hair is in her face. I want to brush it away gently.

I have never noticed how beautiful her eyes are.

I shake my head quickly and let out a shaky breath, pulling my hand back before I touch her hair. I float into the kitchen and prepare some healing potions. (I had strayed into Scilph's private class on how to concoct these.) I leave it brewing, and go back over to the cats... I notice the blood on their claws.

I gasp.

{Eralonia...} My voice is fading. I need Speech potion. I go to my room... and the bottle is knocked over, shattered on the floor. I want to scream, but it only comes out as a weak whimper. The wretched cat has broken and lapped up the last of my supply. I kick her a bit. She hisses and almost slithers away. Nova is already under my bed.

I notice the scratch marks on Pacific's arms and legs. They did this.

I pick up the shards and crush them. They do not hurt me, of course. I float back over to Pacific. She opens her eyes gently. I smile. {You're alright... I guess.} She doesn't answer. I notice Scilph glaring at me, and refusing to look me in the eye. I shakily sigh, floating over to her. Only her eyes can barely move. Her entire body is stock-still. I see Jessica out of the corner of my eye, and it pains me so much to see her hurt.

Just then, Emergency Protocol runs in, with tubes and tanks of air and blood in bags and food and water and regenerative spells. I show them to the girls quickly, and the Time Team preforms some sort of ritual (which was already partly set up) and unfroze time.

Pacific coughs, blood dripping down her chin. Scilph rands up and immediately runs to her, lifting her up and putting her on the couch. Protocol gives her all the medicines and the potion I made to her. They give her some sort of breathing machine, and check her pulse. Scilph stands by them, her gray eyes wide. One of the nurses looks over and nods, and looks overwhelmed by relief. She then brings over Jessica, and tells her about what had happened.

As Scilph is talking, I walk over to Pacific. Her eyes are slightly more open now. I am glad everyone is alright.

Well... partly.

{Hello, Mattie. My name is Morris. You see, uhm... ah... *gulp* there is someone I fancy, obviously. That's why I came to you. Because you're a matchmaker. *sigh* Oh, forget it...

...well... maybe instead of you infatuating them for me, you could just give me some advice. How do I know when I love someone? I have had the feeling f love for awhile now... but the thing is, it happens with more than one person. Is that bad? Should I confess, or is it love at all? I request my answer be privately sent to me through Journal. Thank you.}

*muffled* Morris? What are you doing?

{Ah, uhm, Nothing, Scilph!}

*click*

I had finished talking to Mattie when Atlantica got up, dreary. I was about to tell her what was going on, when she did a spontaneous dance... and then fell into the floor. I gasped. Eralonia then came over, sniffing her. Atlantica grinned weirdly as she tried to pet the cat, but ran away. She stood up, looking deep in though. I looked strangely at her, confused. She then saw me, and rushed over to hug me. She mumbled and whispered things about "best besties" and "cupcakes", but I heard a thank you in there too, so I tried to smile.

She then ran out the door, dragging the light blood dropper with her. I gasped again. She was already across the hall before I knew it.

"She'll be fine," A voice behind me said.

Scilph was behind me, smiling. "Atlantica always figures thing out, even in the worst of times."

{*sigh*}

{My feelings have truly gotten in the way of my focus. My hands are indeed shaking, my breath is ragged, and I feel... alive. Ever since 1894 (when I died) I had felt bleak and emotionless.}

{Now she changes that.}

{But the question is... which "she"?}

{After I read Atlantica's Journal, I rushed straight to her room. She was collapsed on the floor. I got her onto the couch, and called the infirmary again.}

*sigh*

{Atlantica, you idiot. Why would you ever think this was a good idea, you ignoramus...? You knew the consequences, but you did it anyway. All for your sister...? She wouldn't even truly be alive. Only you would be there. Don't you get it? You're killing her off!}

{That's it. I'm going to research a way to reverse this. Atlantica, I'm doing this for you AND Pacific.}

{*muffled* I wish she would know better... why do I-}

*click*

{I-I have spent minutes, wh-which turned into hours, which t-turned into days in the school archive. I have b-been researching any possible cure, r-reversal, or... anything. Every book mentioning something of the b-box I have taken. I need to s-save them. I c-can't lose them. I can't l-lose any more.}

*thumping*

{B-Blackie...? What is thi-}

{It's the box. Blackie... you took the box?}

*silence*

{No. No. Why did you do- NO!! Th-this is...}

*crash*

*click*

@Matching by Mattie

{I seriously need some help. There are three- well, four -girls in my life that I... think that I love. And I don't know if it's possible for ghosts to feel love, but I know I'm feeling SOMETHING. And I don't know who, if any, that I love... Can you help me, please?}

*muttering*{I'm beginning to think Mattie is a certified nutcase... but I have no one else to talk to besides Eralonia, so...}

{Hi again. I'm not sure if I exactly "have my eye on them", but yes, I believe I do show fancy to at least two of the four girls.... three? I don't know. *sigh* Two of them share a body. Three bodies, four girls. So... that may be a bit of a problem... *cough cough*}

{Ah.... most compatible? Uh-uhm, lets see here.... One is my roommate- AH! D-DON'T GET THE WRONG IDEA!}

*muffled* Morris? What are you doing?

{N-nothing, Sci- uhm, that's her now. She's nice, but can be kinda overbearing, I guess. She doesn't quite know what she gets into. I truly love her company. She and I've been friends for a long time.}

{Anyway, next one... she's in a coma, currently, but is usually the happiest person you could meet. She's extremely caring and was Sci- I mean, the first girl's, first best friend (besides me) or friend at all. Not to mention, she's quite gorgeous. *ahem* a-anyway...}

{The two who share a body are polar opposites. And I mean, no similarities in personality. At all. One is bubbly and joyous, while the other is cold and serious.}

{The happy one is such a pleasure to be around. She can light up a room, but is clueless and not careful. Sometimes, she can frustrate me... but I still enjoy her very much. Anyway, the serious one is.. slightly cruel. But extremely resourceful and capable of doing things on her own. She has a good head on her shoulders. Since both share a body, they both look the same, except for their eyes.}

{And about the question? The first I LIVE with, so I see much of her every day. If she were going, I'd go with her. I'd be very worried about the second, because she's currently in a coma. And the last two share a body and wouldn't be very well off moving away from here. They aren't in any condition to leave... I can't choose one. I'm sorry, It's just very difficult. So... yeah, that's about it. I hope this helped you a lil' bit... and thanks for offering assistance. That's nice of you.}

*click*

{I'm horrified. Scilph won't move from beside Jessica's bed. She keeps whispering "Must be perfect, I need to be perfect..." I don't think she can hold on much longer. She refuses to talk to her Journal, so I will tell her what she has said. Let's see...}

*muffled conversation*

{She refuses to acknowledge that you want her to take a load off. Frankly, I can't blame her either. This is a big deal for her. I've been her only friend for sixteen-something years. Jess wa- is, her first human (I guess) friend... Poor Scilpy- no, SCILPH, has been through a lot. And, Atlantica, I don't mean to be rude, but you're kind of being an insensitive thunderjerk right now. I know that you truly have everyone's best intentions at heart, but you don't know when something is an extremely big deal. NO amount of pom-poms or nice words can change that. I feel like deep, deep down inside you know that, but don't allow yourself to believe it. That isn't healthy. You need some doubt in your life.

{And another thing. I know that you know this soul-fusion-plan-thing is an AWFUL, AWFUL idea. Scilph thinks so too. I-I know there is another way to do this. *sigh* Moving ON....

{She ALSO refuses to let Jess out of her peripherals. I'm not going to take her to the infirmary, because we don't need another "Time-Freeze-Scream" Incident. Kapeesh? Sometimes, I feel like Jess is the only thing keeping her alive, but the thing that's killing her as well. She's been looking at the needle on the bedside table more and more often. It's... it's scaring me. To even TOUCH Jess would set the poor girl off....}

*shouting*

*muffled*{Scilph, no, I-I just-}

*muffled* IF YOU THINK I'M LETTING HER GO, YOU'RE DEAD WRONG! I AM NOT LEAVING HER UNTIL SHE WAKES, AND EVEN THEN I MAY NOT LEAVE HER! I MUST BE PERFECT! EVERYTHING MUST BE PERFECT!

*STATIC*

{Scilph, p-please, just calm down....}

NO! EVERYTHING HAS BEEN A DISASTER, ONE AFTER ANOTHER! I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS ANY LONGER!

*BUZZING*

{Sci-scilph, don't do thi-!}

IF YOU WANT JESSICA AND I TO LEAVE, FINE! WE WILL! BLACKIE, COME. WE ARE DEPARTING FROM THIS VILE HELLHOLE OF A PLACE!

{SCILPH, NO!}

*door slamming*

{She left. She left and took Jessica with her. Oh no. Ohnononononononono.... I need to go find her. Oh no.}

*click*