The world around Zoe was getting hectic, and Juliet found herself glad she was hanging around the Kemp Manor this week instead of fussing with her dad in his new and improved bachelor's pad. She hated to see Zoe looking so worried and stressed, even if she understood why her friend was feeling that way.

So, with all the strength within her, she slowly turned the warm tap in Zoe's private bathroom, until hot water was pouring down the drain. It didn't take long for the room to steam up and, after turning the tap again, because wasting water wasn't all that polite, even if you were dead, Juliet proceeded to write a message on the mirror with a ghostly finger.

You're never alone Zoe.

- ♥ J
Zoe wasn't getting better. She just wasn't. And what fifteen year old girl could be expected to get over the deaths of every single one of her close friends, especially when they had all been killed by another one of her close friends. The fact that she was still going was somewhat miraculous. But Juliet wanted more for Zoe. She wanted Zoe to smile again. Goddammit, she wanted it more than anything.

Of course, being a ghost meant that getting anything accomplished was just that much harder. And she didn't know if anything could make Zoe smile again. But she had to try. If she didn't, she wouldn't be a true friend. And that was something she honestly believed herself to be!

After hemming and hawing and doing a creepy sort of ghost-pacing that saw the disturbance of several of the photographs which hung on the walls of the hallway in the Kempf Manor, Juliet decided that she couldn't do this alone. She needed help.

She needed a medium.

She only hoped she could somehow find Lavannah's house from here. She wondered if ghosts could use public transport...
Zoe wasn't getting better. She just wasn't. And what fifteen year old girl could be expected to get over the deaths of every single one of her close friends, especially when they had all been killed by another one of her close friends. The fact that she was still going was somewhat miraculous. But Juliet wanted more for Zoe. She wanted Zoe to smile again. Goddammit, she wanted it more than anything.

Of course, being a ghost meant that getting anything accomplished was just that much harder. And she didn't know if anything could make Zoe smile again. But she had to try. If she didn't, she wouldn't be a true friend. And that was something she honestly believed herself to be!

After hemming and hawing and doing a creepy sort of ghost-pacing that saw the disturbance of several of the photographs which hung on the walls of the hallway in the Kempf Manor, Juliet decided that she couldn't do this alone. She needed help.

She needed a medium.

She only hoped she could somehow find Lavannah's house from here. She wondered if ghosts could use public transport...
The cruise for Peter's birthday was absolutely perfect. Peter loved it. He loved that he got to spend the time with his friends and family and there certainly were a lot of those around tonight... He was thrilled to hear Spectre and Derek Sherinian playing, and Deirdre sang occasionally too. It was wonderful. Even if he had doubled the amount of pain killers he was taking just to numb his stupid aching head. Once he was headache free, he was able to enjoy himself immensely. He had a wonderful chat with Dimitri and Sergei, and he laughed as Tasha danced with Hope and Fiona all at once. He danced with Aly too. And then with his daughters all in turn. Even Caleb wanted to dance, but only so he could stand on Peter's shoes and get a 'ride'. Lavannah was sitting by the railing chatting with Gavin, though she was watching Johanna with someone else who Peter recognised was Will. Evey kept running up to Will and then darting away again to chat with Deirdre and her girls as well. Every time there was a break in the music, Spectre was followed around by Jacinta and Edward Montgomery, and they proceeded to parent him. He looked oddly pleased. Abigail and Stuart were dancing and looking quite happy. Even Robert looked okay, though he hung back away from the action. Thomas was talking with Mary and Kat who was rolling her daughters back and forth in the stroller as she talked. People were everywhere, dancing and laughing and eating.

And then Peter started to feel a little strange. He excused himself from Aly's presence and he slipped down under the deck into one of the small hallways so he could lean up against the thin wall. It might be that he was just a little motion sick, but the cruise had ended about twenty minutes ago and the boat was now docked. It was gently rocking back and forth, but nothing major. And still Peter felt incredibly dizzy. He put a hand to his head and he crouched down a little, willing himself not to be sick.
The cruise for Peter's birthday was absolutely perfect. Peter loved it. He loved that he got to spend the time with his friends and family and there certainly were a lot of those around tonight... He was thrilled to hear Spectre and Derek Sherinian playing, and Deirdre sang occasionally too. It was wonderful. Even if he had doubled the amount of pain killers he was taking just to numb his stupid aching head. Once he was headache free, he was able to enjoy himself immensely. He had a wonderful chat with Dimitri and Sergei, and he laughed as Tasha danced with Hope and Fiona all at once. He danced with Aly too. And then with his daughters all in turn. Even Caleb wanted to dance, but only so he could stand on Peter's shoes and get a 'ride'. Lavannah was sitting by the railing chatting with Gavin, though she was watching Johanna with someone else who Peter recognised was Will. Evey kept running up to Will and then darting away again to chat with Deirdre and her girls as well. Every time there was a break in the music, Spectre was followed around by Jacinta and Edward Montgomery, and they proceeded to parent him. He looked oddly pleased. Abigail and Stuart were dancing and looking quite happy. Even Robert looked okay, though he hung back away from the action. Thomas was talking with Mary and Kat who was rolling her daughters back and forth in the stroller as she talked. People were everywhere, dancing and laughing and eating.

And then Peter started to feel a little strange. He excused himself from Aly's presence and he slipped down under the deck into one of the small hallways so he could lean up against the thin wall. It might be that he was just a little motion sick, but the cruise had ended about twenty minutes ago and the boat was now docked. It was gently rocking back and forth, but nothing major. And still Peter felt incredibly dizzy. He put a hand to his head and he crouched down a little, willing himself not to be sick.

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