Out for an evening jaunt, James Roberts, former officer of SFPD, jogs along beside the highway of Golden Gate Bridge. Everything seems peaceful enough. The sun is in the process of setting, casting a soft pinkish-orange hue on the bay and the only sound besides the waters below is... ((What the fuck was that?!)

Up ahead two hovercars lie intertwined as a plume of smoke rises up into the air, marking the scene of the wreck. Roberts picks up speed, running to the scene (read: highway), already dialing 911 on his cell phone.

Former San Fran detective, James Roberts, is once again back on the walkway of Golden Gate Bridge. The bay's waters can be heard down below as he makes his way down the walkway, though at a much slower pace than earlier. His mind runs over the strange events surrounding the car accident earlier and how surreal it all had been. Internally, he credits his crisis training as an officer for him keeping cool in the circumstances.

(Now I just need to get back home before... shit!)

Roberts takes note of the sun's position in the sky and realizes how late it actually is. Muttering another curse under his breath, he picks up the pace, jogging along the concrete towards the parking lot of Baker Beach.

"C'mon now..." Aleron mutters under his breath, somewhat jogging in place to try and warm up his body. He's been out here for a couple hours now, and not only was his body tired but his mind was tired as well. (There is no way that I'm going to be able to do this thing if I'm not alert...) He scolds himself, continuing to try and use movement as a way to get him more awake. Not only was he a bit hesitant about this whole ordeal, since it was such a big responsibility, but at the idea of seeing his sister...It was scary, to say the least. Just when he had thought he had gotten to a point where he could get on and deal with things without her here, there is an off chance that he will see her once more tonight.

(Don't jinx it, man!) He scolds himself, stopping the jogging and switching to pacing. He had made sure to stop by his apartment before arriving at the bridge, wanting to freshen up a bit in case it turned out to be Artemis. He wanted to show her that yeah, he's changed over the course of her death. Changing his clothes, and making sure that he didn't look like a complete slob took a total of about five minutes. However, Ale didn't really know if he was ready to handle this. So, what did he decide to do? Stall, of course! The master of stalling, Mr. Deveaux decided that on the way to the bridge, he would stop and get a bite to eat at a fast foot place.

That ended up taking thirty minutes.

After he ate, he realized that he smelled like deep fried disgusting...stuff (even he wouldn't called it foot), he had to change his clothing again. While he was at his home, however, he saw a picture of Artemis and Aleron before her death. It was taken during Christmas at their home in Miami, both were suntanned and looked happy. He paused for a bit, staring at the picture incoherently. He knew that it was time to face this. He had to get going.

And so, here he is. The fact that the spirit has STILL refused to show itself kind of puts the idea that it might be his sister even more. She was never the punctual type. "Please...Just show yourself?" He asks aloud, probably looking like a weird (but fashionably attractive) homeless guy to any passerby. But then again, who else would be out and about at this late hour? Regardless, Aleron crosses his arms over his chest as he continues to jog, nervous and excited all at the same time.

Aleron's presence on the bridge does not go unnoticed, though the spirit does not know that she is what he seeks. Such things are beyond her. For this spirit, there only existed a need to make contact with the mortal realm for her own reasons.

The woman, wearing a white dress and with white hair, flickers into existence momentarily just a few yards ahead of Aleron. There is a second flicker almost immediately afterwards, but then she fades away again for the time being.

"AHH!" Aleron yells loudly, falling out of his jog and clattering onto the ground with a loud scuffle. He quickly scoots backwards on the cool concrete, trying to get away from the area that flickered into the form of a woman. His breathing rapid, Aleron sighs and tries to calm himself down. He slowly regains his composure, still a little freaked out by the fact that here he was, jogging and talking to himself, and BAM out of nowhere some woman flickers into existence. You would be a little spooked too.

"Uh...Hi?" He asks aloud, looking at the spot where the woman had shown up before. He didn't really get a good and close look at her, so he wasn't able to tell if it was Artemis or not. Either way, he knew that he had a mission here tonight on the bridge, and he knew that it was time to get it over with. (I just hope that the others are doing better than I am...) He thinks to himself, his eyes glued to the spot.

Lightning never strikes the same place twice. I guess the same can be said about spirits.

The ghostly woman appears behind Aleron and is actually able to maintain her hold on the mortal realm longer this time. She stands there, dressed completely in white, observing the druid who has come seeking her yet expecting another. Of course, she does not know this as she is not a telepath, only a witness.

Reaching out, in more ways than one, the spirit allows her hand to pass through Aleron's form - which will cause a deep chill to run through his entire body. Unfortunately, she is not strong enough to remain within the mortal realm for long without assistance from another and fades away once more.

An instant cold chill sends its way through Aleron, a sure sign that it’s either growing colder or that his little spirit friend has made another appearance; this time, with actual contact. Now, Aleron isn’t an expert on ghosts or anything, but something tells him that if someone that isn’t alive tries to touch you, well, it wouldn’t feel too hot. He’s read the Harry Potter novels, and he knows that all works of fiction are based on some truth.

Almost jumping out of his skin, the druid quickly spins around and turns to look where he felt the presence only seconds before. “Okay, seriously, I’m so tired of all these games!” He says in a slightly agitated voice, wanting to hurry and get this done. (I wonder if a spell would help bring this ghostiepoo out in the open…) He thinks internally, clearing his throat. He never was good with poetry…

”Magic forces from far and wide,
Send this spirit across the great divide.
A lost soul, trapped on this bridge,
Direct contact makes it feel like I’m in a fridge.
Come forth, dear spirit, do not fear,
Seriously, though, I don’t have all year!

The spirit feels the tug of Aleron's spell reaching through the veil that separates the Ghost Plane from the mortal one. She does not know what it is, but hopes that she will finally find release from this purgatory. Her molecules break down further and shift as she passes through the veil in mist form before rematerializing before the druid that had summoned her.

She says nothing to her summoner and just stares at him through dead eyes. Her long dark hair hangs loose about her shoulders in dark contrast to the white robes that conceal her form. She silently waits for Aleron to speak to her, not wishing to initiate anything without having a full grasp on the situation that she now finds herself in.

(Whoa. It worked) Aleron isn't quite sure if he should be surprised at his own accomplishment. That may be undermining in some way. He should be proud though. Definitely proud.

"Um... hi." What? He's never summoned a spirit from the great beyond before. How's he supposed to know what to do next? It's not like there's a handbook. He swallows - this is definitely beyond creepy. "What do you want?"

(Please don't say a naive but cute boy to make into your dead lover.)

"I don't want to be here. In this place." The spirit speaks out, sounding tired. She wavers slightly in place. This experience is new for her as well. The contact she has been able to make with the mortal realm has been brief. This is the most face-to-face time she has had since dying a year prior.

"I'm not meant to be here. It wasn't supposed to be this way." She looks out to the horizon, and yet she seems to be looking at something beyond; something that is not readily visible. When the spirit speaks again, it is in a quiet tone as she relates the story of her life.

"I killed myself here. Jumped." The explanation is simple, and the spirit of the woman states it as such. For her, this is not about her suicide. It's about her reasons for it. "My boyfriend, he died here. Car accident." Her voice breaks and a couple of tears fall as she looks back to Aleron. The one that was sent to her. The one that may set all this right. "I just wanted to be with him. That's all. And now I'm stuck."

"That..." Aleron pauses, searching for an appropriate adjective to describe this girl's situation. Only one comes to mind. "Sucks."

"Why would you do that?" Once the question has been asked, he realizes that he knows the answer all too well. The death of someone that close to you... it can fuck you up for life. He had been left all too soon by his sister. Except, in her case, it had not been a choice. "Nevermind. It doesn't matter." He takes a breath, knowing from personal experience that he's treading on uneasy ground. "What I'm trying to say is that, I understand."

"I've been where you are. Well, not exactly where you are." Distracted momentarily by the tangent, Aleron refocuses and gets to the point. He had a feeling this mission won't be over until he helps this spirit move on, and that's exactly what he's going to do. "It's not too late to make peace with all of this, otherwise you wouldn't be here." Aleron shakes his head, momentarily at a loss for words. Very uncharacteristic of him. "Something is holding you back. Something that is stopping you from living your... life."

The hesitation at the end comes from the brief mental flash of the spirit becoming him. Like he is standing here, lecturing himself about how to move on. He turns away, mulling over his own words and when he looks up again, the image of himself is gone, leaving just the spirit behind. "So yeah. Kinda corny but it's all I got."

The spirit remains rooted in her spot, listening and watching Aleron. In a year, no one has heard her calls for help. No one has come to her aide. Until now. The druid has given the spirit hope simply by making the effort to discover her story. It's sole act of compassion she has received since being trapped in the Ghost Plane.

"It was good enough." For the first time since her death, the spirit smiles warmly at Aleron. The words have filled her with hope that, one day, she may be ready to move on. That day is not today.

As the spell ends, the spirit slowly begins to fade from this place, from this world. Before long, she has vanished back to the Ghost Plane. Change does not occur in an instant. Aleron has laid the foundation and given her much to think on that could eventually free her from the ties that bind her to the world.

"Fate is rather unkind to those who take their own lives." From the shadows, the voice of Selene rings out only a moment before the sorceress herself appears. She walks out of the shadow and towards Aleron, standing beside him, her gaze resting upon the place where the spirit stood only moments before.

"As we move on from this world to the next, we shed off many layers other than the physical body." Selene lays a hand on Aleron's shoulders in an attempt to be comforting. It comes with little warmth though as Selene continues speak as if at a lecture, though she does not intend it to be so. That is just her natural disposition. "Those who take their own lives have a few more layers to shed that often hinders their journey into the next life."

"Your charge was one of these. Her own guilt and fear is what has prevented her from moving on, not the higher powers." Selene pauses, unsure of how to move on to the next matter at hand, which is a touchy one. "You should know that your sister is at peace and awaits the day that you join her so that you may be spun out into the world together once more."

"Come now. The others await our return." Using the physical contact as a catalyst, Selene shadowscapes the two of them back to the shop in order to catch up with the other Coven members.