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[the feed comes on and it's shaking. why? because Ellie is holding her mobile in very shaky hands and she wanted to do this over the network rather than chance waking or disturbing her family. if they do see this they're welcome to come find her, but she wouldn't dare inconvenience a soul, not even at a time like this. she's white as a sheet and breathless]

Oh my God.

Ohhhhhhhh my God, I can't handle this.

[she presses a shaking hand to her lips and looks around what is most certainly the living room of Crowley's posh flat, for anyone who's seen it before]

I fell asleep watching telly and it was some medical drama, and suddenly it was me on there, as the DS - er, detective, isn't that what you call them? - and there was this EMT. Really handsome. Asked me for a coffee. And I realized I was havin' one of the memories, you know, a new one?

Only ... only ...

[she stops again, pressing her whole hand flat against her mouth this time, as though it'll keep the horror in. as though not saying it will make it go away. a tear slips down her cheek]

... alright, listen, how many've you believe in ghosts?

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[ Anthony had just bopped down to the kitchen for a late night sandwich. The TV had been on but he hadn't thought too much of it. His place was a hive of activity since the family had moved in so there were almost always noises of some kind or other. The sobbing though... that drew him away from his ham sandwich and over to the great room. With a pickle still dangling from his mouth he poked his head around the corner just in time to hear that last bit. ]

No way, not in this flat... I paid extra for it to be ghost-free!

[ Tears looked so unnatural on Ellie's cheeks that they drove any teasing from the remark once he saw her face. ]

That must have been some sad movie?

Don't be flip. [she says it with an odd twist in her face that shows she's trying to smile through the crying, but it's just not working.]

I made him up, Anthony. Groundskeeper Joe. I told you I did, once all that was said and done. It was just supposed to be a laugh.

[she hiccoughs, choking on her own panic for a moment]

But I just had a mem'ry of him and me. Clear as day... that other life!

[ His first memory had been like that. He could recall the terror of it. The opening of his eyes to see the world from an animal's advanced senses and feeling the soil under his belly as he had slithered upon it. It still gave him the shivers if he dwelled on it too long.

But the first memory in which he had actually recognized some one had been vastly different. He had been calm afterward, almost at peace like he had found something he had been missing for a very long time... Of course it had been Fell and he had been inviting the guy out to dinner so it hadn't exactly been a nightmare.

His pickle was tossed into the nearest bin as he entered the room and in newfound grimness he sat next to El on the arm of her chair. ]

There's nothing to say it can't happen like that. You were probably already on the verge of having that memory when we took off. Who knows... maybe you had already dreamt about the guy and forgotten it. We might not immediately remember everything we've dreamed of.

Was it a bad memory?

[his words go a long, long way to calming her down, and soon enough she's stopped sniffling. she leans sideways, against his arm, and closes her eyes, trying to pull the memory back]

No. ... No, it was ... it felt so ... everyday. He asked me round for a pint after we got off work. Only, my work was police and he was an emergency medic, and we were chattin' it up over someone on a stretcher. Bit weird, but ... not bad.

[ Anthony frowned thoughtfully as she spoke. Wouldn't be his first choice chatting some one up over a patient... he went with patient as the other option that floated through his mind was a good deal more grim and involved toe tags. ]

Maybe he was your guy. That's the way it happened with Aziraphale and me, only I was chatting him up over a set of stairs for a crepe date and potentially plotting a murder...

[ Totally normal! ]

Have you seen that guy around town anywhere? Maybe even as one of the Different?

Crepes and murder. ... There's a combo you wouldn't read about in the magazines.

[she raises her eyebrows, but makes no other comment. she knows he's already got enough, coping with this whole demon thing. and she can't judge by way of murders ... after all, being a detective, who knows what she may have had to do in the name of duty but can't remember yet?]

I haven't - but believe me, starting now I'll be looking. He was well fit, too: bald, but gorgeous eyes.

News reports always leave out the really juicy bits.

[ Or maybe people would have heard about crepe date murder plottings... They can't have been the only ones to ever do that! ]

He has to be out there some where. I hope you find him, El.

Funny, I'd think the crepes were juicy. Filling, and all.

[it's how they get by - horrible jokes and dry humor. family tradition and all]

... Thanks, sweetheart. How're you doing? Didn't think you'd still be up at this hour.

Not a bit. Why would you want to call it a ghost?

Little bit of a story. Last month, when everything went pear-shaped here, my cousin and Alec and Fell and I all house-sat for family overseas. House has a bit of a habit of being haunted, or full of spooky stories, at least, and we prank each other with ghostie things a lot. Only, I made up a ghost ... and it turns out the one I made up? Looks just like someone in this memory of mine I just had.

Hm. Maybe it's something you actually knew about, subconsciously.

That's the only thing that makes sense to me, anyway.

That's what I'm really hoping it was. I'm going to probably just have to decide to think of it that way so I don't keep myself up nights.

[a pause, as she realizes -]

When we met at the gallery ... I didn't realize you were one of us - the Different, I mean. But then I guess none of us are exactly advertising it, are we?

Oh, yeah. I didn't know you were, either. I guess it was possible to guess, but...I wouldn't want to assume, otherwise.

[ Other than making contact here on the network, he means. ]

Yeah, it isn't like we go around with badges on or something. I wonder if we should. Something really subtle, you know? Nothing screaming that the Bureau would notice.

Mm, I don't know. It'd have to be pretty subtle.

Sadly I'm not usually the one people go to for low-key. Maybe I'll ask Anthony, he's better at the sneaky. What about you, any thoughts?

[ He chuckled. ]

I'm not that good at sneaky, either. I just think if it was something too obvious we'd get questions from other people.

Point. What if it was a ribbon, like ... like the yellow and pink ones? That's a thing here, right? We could just say it was for a sort of cancer if random people ask.

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