After the ghostly catastrophe of opening night, the musical was canceled. Surprisingly, Kat was not livid. In fact, after announcing her complete agreement on the subject, she vanished, quite literally, in front of everyone.

Danny had to grant her that much, at least: she knew how to make an exit. A week later, everyone was still talking about how she was a ghost. He drifted invisibly through the wall of the Hot Pink Lizard. Although he knew she would be there, it took him a few seconds to find her.

It was her voice that gave her away; that, and the song "Superstition." Kat was actually on stage. Kat actually looked twenty-six for once, and was wearing civilian no less. The male patrons hooted appreciatively at the change in their resident ghost girl.

The song over, she sauntered back to her usual booth. "I was bored," she explained in answer to his unspoken question. "And…I think I've had my fill of theater for a while."

"Wow! Seriously?" Kat just shrugged, eliciting a very amused laugh from the ghost boy. "I never thought I'd see the day." He jumped as she lightly shocked him.

"Don't you have a boyfriend to get back to?" she asked curiously.

Danny glared. "Rick told you."

"Yep. And I told the whole school right before I left." She affected a thoughtful expression and added, "I think I may have embellished a bit. You did kiss, didn't you?"

"Kat…" he said warningly. She snickered and vanished. Danny spared a moment to wonder, not for the first time, why he tolerated her before he followed suit.


Deep in the heart of the Ghost Zone, a simple little creature that called himself Erik drifted around aimlessly. He had lost everything: his opera, his identity… "Christine…"

Suddenly, a sound reached his ears. It stirred up something in the core of his being. He followed the glorious until he met a most glorious sight. If Christine was an angel, then this blue-haired beauty was a demoness of flame. He drifted closer and listened to the name the crowd chanted.

"Ember…" he sighed.

Perfection.


A/N: Next up: Whistlin' Dixie. And for those who haven't yet, go read my one-shot, Behind Blue Eyes.