I crawled out of bed the next morning not entirely sure where I was. I felt a little hung-over even though I hadn't had a drink for at least a week.

I struggled with my dressing gown until I was able to stumble my way into the kitchen where I turned on my TV, so I had something to listen to whilst I found something to eat which wouldn't make me feel sick.

I sat down at the breakfast bar to eat my bowl of Muesli while watching the new Pussy Cat Dolls' video on MTV.

After Nicole Scherzinger had finished performing with her fellow "singers", I had successfully eaten about two spoons full of muesli; deciding it was a lost cause. I turned on some music and started to get ready for work.

The walk to work was ghost free today as far as I could tell and Jay hadn't reappeared yet, all was looking good so far. I arrived at work ten minutes late as usual; not if anybody really cared if I was there or not.

Sitting down at my desk, I prepared myself for a long, boring day at work by opening facebook and MSN; contact with the outside world would keep me semi-sane.

When twelve o'clock hit; I rummaged in my bag for the subway that was in there from yesterday (yeah that was kinda trampish but who cared). The sandwich was strictly vegetarian of course; just one of the many changes in my life over the last few years. I started eating, letting crumbs fall on the keyboard without any real care.

I started to flick through all of the windows open on my computer out of boredom, only to stop on a blank word document that I must have opened earlier. Just as I was about to click back to MSN, I noticed two words at the top of the previously blank word document. "Help Me".

I stared blankly at the screen for a few seconds before sighing and putting down my half eaten sandwich next to the keyboard.

I typed "Too Cliché, Jay" onto the word document. After a few seconds I heard a sigh to my right, I turned around to see Jay leaning against my desk picking at his nails.
"I thought it might have freaked you out, just a little bit." He mumbled whilst biting one of his finger nails.

"Yeah, it would have. If I was five."

"Oh well sooooo-rry. I haven't got that good at the haunting stuff yet."

"You don't want to, that's just evil." I snarled.

I realised I must have looked like I was having an argument with myself to other people in the office. So I sat down quickly, all most tripping over myself doing so. I decided to open a word document so I could type what I wanted to say without looking like I needed mental help.

I began to type. "Jay, why are you here?"

"Oh, well thanks, I'll just be going then shall I? Well, the powers that be sent me back to tell you something. Oh and speaking of the powers that be, you'll be so shocked who it actually is when you get there." He said.

"Jay, I don't really care to be honest"

"Christ, chillax. They want me to inform you, that they want to speak to you in person; so you're coming back with me today, Okayyyy?" He said in a way which sounded scarily like Paris Hilton for some bizarre reason.

"How the hell do they expect me to do that then?" I typed back in return.

"Well, if you open Google and type in 'how to find God with your dead boyfriend' I'm sure it will tell you." He mumbled.

I turned around in my seat to glare at him, he smirked back. The smirk that made it harder to remember this boy was dead.

"You need to get out the old necro kit my friend. So come on then we're going home"
"I've got to skip work again? Oh well, let's go" I sighed getting out of my seat and gathering my scattered belongings.

As we were walking down the stairs Jay stopped and looked at me. "...Oh yeah, we need some innocent blood for this." He said whilst looking at the floor.
I stopped and looked at him with horror. "Are you SERIOUS?!" I screamed at him.
He giggled "No, but you so believed me"
I sighed and carried on walking, once back home; we began to set up what was needed for this ritual.