Ghost Retrieval and Cappuccino

“Tell me again why we are leaving now?” He sat up and crossed his legs, then reached for his new prized pillow and placed it on his lap. “We are infiltrating the scene of a category six apparition scenario.” I yawned. “Is there any chance you can explain that to me in Penny terms?” I could hear Rufus attempt to nudge the large bone across the floor but I knew he wouldn’t be able to lift it on to the bed. “The category six people are a hokey bunch,” Eric said. “I have to tell you, I have no idea what they get up to in between spells.” I opened my eyes and stared at him sleepily. “You have a tendency of going off in a verbal tangent.” He looked back at me. “My mind is like an info lava lamp. I shouldn’t restrict its groovy-ness.” “Are all angels this socially awkward?” He frowned at me but not with any intensity. “I’m told I am one of the more colorful of my kind.” I closed my eyes again, concentrating on waking up. “Eric, tell me about the category six apparitions.” “Well for whatever reason,” he started. “They relive their deaths at some anniversary point, exactly as it happened, exact time and then they start all over again.” “What anniversary?” I asked. “Well this apparition is a real narcissist; relives his death on a daily basis. 4.46AM to be exact and somehow we have to try and get his attention during his replay otherwise we have to wait until the next day.” “Oh boy, never a dull moment.” I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. “Alright, what crazy outfit are you putting me in this time? What year are we going to anyway?” He stood and tucked the pillow under his arm. “Ah, well this particular incident occurred in the year1213 and you wont need to change for now, not until just before we meet him. You might want to get your dressing gown and slippers on though.” I slipped on my pink furry slippers and took my gold velvet robe and tied it over my light green nightgown. “Why didn’t Avery come to pick me up?” Eric looked surprisingly resistant to discuss it. “He’s in the grumps, poor fellow. I think he’s overdue for one of my chats, but I’ll worry about that. You just keep your wits about you for this mission.” “Okay let’s go—“ but the words faded from my lips as I came face to face with a wall of fire.