And I'm sure the view from heaven Who: Imogen and Zeke Where: Around Scarlet Oak When: Daytime
Emily had disappeared for the last couple of days. She and Imogen had not really spoken again since their argument in the attic a few days ago. Imogen supposed it was best to allow her sister to have some time to calm down before another lecture. They'd been at this for a century. One would think at least one of them would have given up by now but the Archer sisters were not quitters. Not even in death. Unlike Emily, however, Imogen had a keen interest in the living. She enjoyed watching them live. And, once in a while, they did something amazing. Like save a dog in a ditch or help at the scene of a crime. She didn't understand why Emily couldn't see that, too. Humans were wonderful creatures. She and Emily had been human once. But they threw it all away. Well, Imogen threw it all away to be with a man. And...Emily was simply stubborn. She decided to be in the middle of the action today. Right in the middle of downtown, where all the people were and she could watch them in the sunlight. Imogen loved the sunlight. And she had gotten used to fire and the knowledge that it couldn't possibly hurt her anymore. Nothing could really hurt her anymore. Except Emily and her refusal to stop killing.
So, watching the world pass by as she stood still, Imogen smiled as a couple strolled down the street with their arms around each other. Love. It existed in the world. Even if it had not existed for her...Imogen's ghostly head snapped to one side as she saw something in the corner of her eye. No...that's impossible... and before her sanity had caught up with the rest of her body, she was rushing through the streets, going through people, who would involuntarily shiver as she passed through them to catch up to him. It was madness, she was sure but she had to...she stopped as he stopped at the corner of a street and waited for the light to change. Imogen stood there as she stared at the all-too-familiar blonde hair. She'd only caught a glimpse of his face but...it was William. No, it can't be. William's dead. You saw to that. But Imogen's mind would not accept what her common sense told her. She had to see. The light turned green and she was rushing down the street again. She was on the other side before he was - things like time and walking not applying to her - she turned around slowly and looked into the face of...not William. He wasn't William but...the resemblance was jarring. And all she could do was float there in space, completely transfixed by this blonde hair, brown-eyed...well, ghost. He was her ghost.