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Chase was exhausted, another day done and he really just wanted to fall asleep. He stumbled into the small medical quarters and found Jay already asleep in their bed. He sighed and pushed in alongside him, leaving him enough room. There, lying down, he took a deep breath and was already asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

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Chase turned in circles, hearing his name from somewhere. "Who's there?" he asked worriedly. "Who is it?"

The girl laughed, and reached out for his hand. "You know who I am. You stole something from me."

Chase frowned, backing away from her hand. "Who are you?" he stammered, not getting a good sighting of her face. "What did I take from you?"

"You took the only thing I ever loved," she said, her eyes flashing with a steely look. "You stole it!"

Chase frowned, frozen in place. "Josh?" he exhaled.

"Now you get it, don't you?" asked Julia. Death had removed much of her accent, curiously, and she was paler and thinner than she'd been in life. "You stole him."

Chase just stared, unable to move, barely breathe. "I...I didn't steal him!" he insisted. "I didn't steal anyone!"

"He's with you," she said mournfully. "He's not with me." She turned to look at the horizon, sky against water, with a faint sprinkling of trees.

"Yeah," Chase stammered. "But you're dead!" he reminded the ghost, dead-girl, whatever she was.

"That's not very nice," said Julia, crossing her arms. She grabbed his hand, and hers was cold to the touch. "Come with me."

Chase winced, but took her hand. "Where are we going?" he asked quietly.

"To the place I died," she told him, and they began to walk across the water, and it went by fast, speeding by in streaks of blue.

There was still no solid land where they stopped, only a large grove of trees.

Chase struggled from her touch. "No...I..." This was too dark, too morbid. He didn't want to dream this. Why was he dreaming it?

"Too late. We're already here."

Julia turned to watch as Joshua's head broke the surface, and then his wings, lifting him out of the water, where he lay on the glassy mirror of it.

"I died. Why isn't he with me?"

Chase frowned, struggling to move, but her hand was too tight. "He's...he's special, he can't die."

"I'm going to take him, one way or another," said Julia soothingly. Her icy hand was still clamping down on his wrist. "He belongs with me."

"No," Chase hissed angrily. "He's not yours anymore!" he protested. "He can't die and you did and he's not yours!"

"He can now," said Julia, and tilted her head back. The sky was full of stars now. "I died for him. What did YOU do?"

Chase narrowed his eyes. "I fixed him up. I patched up the wounds that you gave him," he said firmly. "And I made him mine."

The girl's grip tightened to bruising. "I sacrficed everything. I took myself out of the world for him."

Chase winced. "But he didn't want that!"

The grip on Chase's arm only got tighter. "And you would have done what? I did what you do when someone you love is gone. I lay myself down."

"I would have loved him by continuing on," Chase spat at her, still struggling, his arm hurting. "By living!"

The pressure on Chase's arm disappeared as the words came out of his mouth. Julia's hand had gone through him.

She stepped away, twirling towards the image of the fallen Joshua. Facing Chase, she said, "Maybe he's yours after all, then." Rolling the limp boy over, she sat herself on his chest. "I'm as much you as I'm me, so you should pay attention, shouldn't you?"

Chase regarded her with sickening fear. "What...what are you doing?" he remarked, scared.