Shedidn't know what position she WAS in, but it wasn't that. The ghosts,whatever they were, appeared in the mirror, holding hands and looking atBrian...a not unkindly now. She put on the little clothing she had andwalked over to the wardrobe.Whether it was the shock, or the notion that the worst was now over, thefear was now gone. Brianna spoke to the reflection of herself mingledwith the two. "What did you do to me?" she said, that high pitched tonesurprising Brianna again.They both answered. I commented on her top, as to not being much to wear in our State. She hesitated, then asked "Do you like it? It's my favorite!" I said, "Yes," and she got another tear in her eye. She then said, "You're so kind. Thanks for the ride and the conversation. My boyfriend would never be this nice to me!" I assured her she was deserving of kindness, and patted her hand that rested on her thigh. She pulled her hand away, but quickly grabbed MY hand. She squeezed it tight, and said "I can't remember. They were old enough to come in, but just barely. They looked like they belonged together and very much in love.I interrupted them as discretely as possible and waited until they untangled themselves before telling them that I was closing up. They both mumbled an embarrassed apology and hurried out the door, arms wrapped around each other.I was smiling as I cleared the table when I heard a soft voice behind me. "That would have been Charlie and me many years ago." I turned to see Chris standing. I look over my shoulder and nothing is there. I shrug and close the refridgerator door. I turn around and I walk in to my room. I drop my bag and take off my shirt, changing in to a Operation Flashpoint Dragon Rising tee. I throw on some Khakki shorts and Slide in to my DC shoes. I grab my bong and walk back in to the living room. I write a small note to my sisters. 'Gone to a friends, Be back in a couple hours. CLEAN YOUR ROOM!' I stick it to their door and walk outside. I bang on Josh's.