Dalton woke up in a puddle of water, and Riot hovering over him, staring at him with an open gaze and mouth.

[You get knocked out quite a bit, Dalton. Your constitution is pretty weak, but I suppose that is as expected.] His eyes glinted. [After all, I possess the strongest ability that ghosts desire to have!]

He wished that he was still dreaming, but he never woke up in a dream where he was wet. The room was completely covered in water, and there was a giant hole in the wall. Dalton turned to Riot.

“What happened here?”

[You do not remember?] Riot gasped.

Dalton narrowed his eyes, suspecting he was the same. “Do you?”

Riot opened his mouth, and then shut it. He turned his head, deep in thought but gave no answers.

“So, you don’t.” Dalton pushed himself up to his feet. He scanned the room once more. Most of it he remembered, fighting Marriage Ender, then the surprise reveal of Eichi, but there was a big black hole where the conclusion of the fight should be.

Riot did not remember either. If he did, he would have regaled him with a rosy picture of how he saved the two of them from certain destruction. Instead, the ghost stayed silent. A much welcome improvement.

Just as he was about to give up, he heard a ghostly giggle come from the corner office, where it was no longer a corner, but a hole. The ghost woman that Marriage Ender had used was floating there, her hands covering her mouth as her giggle continued.

[What’s so funny?] Riot demanded. [Is it that we beat your little grandson?]

[Looks like you don’t remember?] Her smile curved high, just under her eyes. Her eyes glinted dangerously, like a starved lion. [I can tell you, but I desire a price.]

“Nope. I’m good.” Dalton turned to Riot. “It was obviously Riot, using his final ability to save us. I’ve decided that is the only explanation I need to believe. Now, let’s go defeat Ozul, then.”

Riot trailed right behind him, puffing his chest proudly. [Of course, that’s what happened. No other explanation then my awesome abilities saving us in the last moment!]

Of course, that was a lie. If it had been his ability, it would have scorched the whole place up. Not wet.

[Your idiot did not save you. All he can do is make breasts bigger,] the ghost said.

[How dare you!] Riot blew up on that. [If it was not me woman, then who else but me?]

“Riot, ignore her. Let’s just go.”

[Quiet, Dalton!] He yelled, then moved his gaze back upon the ghost woman. [This woman has dishonored me. Go ahead then, let us hear your tale.]

[What a stupid way to speak, and I have a price for my tale.]

[A price?] Riot’s smile confident. [This woman is jesting. She does not know what happened, as much as I or Dalton know.]

Dalton crossed his arms. He was growing impatient. “Let’s go Riot!”

[One moment, Dalton. Let us humor her. Go ahead, wench, what is your price?]

[I want you to take my virginity away.]

[Virginity?] Riot sounded horrified. [Bu-but you were that lad’s grandmother?]

[I want you to take my ghost virginity.] She floated close to him, grabbing his arm and stroking his chest. [Take me behind the desk and punch my ghost v-card.]

Disgust spread across Riot’s face and he pulled away from the ghost. [There is only one woman that will take my virginity and that is my mistress, Neo Mecha Woman.]

Dalton craned his neck to get a better look at the ghost woman. Ghostly fury bled from her eyes in a purple light. She lifted her skirt, and a parade of flying skull danced around her.

“That’s a good idea.” He agreed. “Let us go, before the ghost woman kills you.”

[Say what now?]

#

“Why does my head hurt like I just had the worst brain freeze since I was in sixth grade trying to impress Samantha by eating my whole ice cream cone?” Jack asked, rubbing his temples for relief. “And how come everything is wet with water?”

Nikolai could not say anything, because his lips were frozen shut, but he gave a shrug.

“Well, find out!” Jack threw up his hands. “I feel like I forgot something important like forgetting the name of the woman I lost my virginity to.” Jack thought about it for a moment. “Ms. Longfinger, my sixth-grade teacher when I was fifteen.”

As Nikolai went off, Jack kept on thinking. It felt like it was so obvious that his whole face was smushed against it. He just needed to take a step back and-

“Sir.” One of Nikolai’s men saluted to him.

“Yes, what is it?”

“We brought her corpse, like you asked.”

Jack gasped, and all thought about it dropped from his head. “Take me to her.”

They had brought her corpse to the parking lot. Her corpse was but a burnt crisp. Nothing of what made the bear so magnificent, her beautiful brown fur, to her ferociously sharp claws. Jack fell to his knees, pounding his fists against the pavement.

“Why god? Why?” He yelled to the heavens. “You took my little Demon Bear. I even had the perfect name for her: Airwrecka.”

“Airwrecka?” The man asked.

Jack turned to him, his eyes burned and were on the verge of tears. “Yes. Because I saw a plane crash under a rainbow. I thought it was one of the most beautiful and horrific things I have ever witnessed. It was why I wished to name her that.” He placed a hand on her body as if it were something holy. “And now, she will never be named that.”

“I…I see.”

The man clearly did not understand. Jack ignored him and pressed his forehead against what remained of her.

When, he finally had enough strength, he told the man what needed to be done. “You make sure that this bear’s soul is captured and brought to my office. I will personally reincarnate her.”

“Well, sir. You promised that you would do my mom next time? She’s been in soul confinement for a year,” the man said. “You ran her over with a truck.”

“That is simply going to have to wait. The bear, deserves everything,” Jack said in a righteous tone.

#

Ozul watched all the events happen at the same time and processed it. He saw the Demon Bear being defeated, his ghost users failing him, Malcolm was still doing crunches in his at the bottom of the pit he threw him in and Eira was there too salivating over his abs, and then he saw Dalton with his ghost ascending to the room he was waiting at.

“I’m sorry my dear.” He patted Louise’s white gloved hand. “It appears that my Best Men have been defeated.”

Her lips moved, but there was only silence from it for a moment, a crackled voice echoed through his head.

[I love you. I will never leave you. I’m going to slap you now, because I only love you.]

A fist hit him in the cheek, and Ozul threw up his head in joy.

“I love you too,” he said.

The door opened, and Dalton stepped in.