"That's why you're still here," Cassandra explained, "You want to know how you died... everyone does."

"How do I find out?" Brian asked, confused, "We can rule out jumping."

"Or can we?"

"What, you think I'm suicidal?" Brian asked, annoyed.

"No, it's just... well, I was there, at the party. You were pretty wasted, and..."

"What happened?" Brian asked, scared.

"I don't know, I left before then... I left a little before Acacia."

"How do you know when she left?" Brian asked suspiciously.

"Cuz I was outside waiting... for someone, but they never showed up."

"Who your boyfriend?" Brian asked, joking, but Cassandra took him seriously.

"No, I haven't dated anyone since..." she got quiter until her voice trailed off.

"I'm sorry," Brian said, quickly regretting saying that, "I didn't mean it like that... so you really think I could've killed myself?" "But everyone at the party was my friend, why would they do that?"

"Why would Paige kill Christian?" Cassandra asked, forcing Brian to remember that night five years ago which had started with a plane trip to Florida, "But it wasn't necissarily someone at the party. You were outside, afterall."

"So it could've been anyone? Great, we're back at square one... so how do we find out? What are our options?"

"We work like any good detective, only we have a few advantages. For instance: we're invisible. Makes sneaking around and eaves dropping a hell of a lot easier, not to mention: instant teleportation and walking through things."

"Walking through things?" he asked, unsure.

"Sure, we are ghosts afterall."

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