 I ask skeptically.

Agent Morton laughs. "I do have a bit of experience with this sort of thing." He chuckles again and says, "I believe you, so how about you try to believe me too. Fair trade?"

What have I got to lose? "Sounds fair to me."

"Great," he says. "I know you should be in class right now, but I'll be in touch soon to start working out the details, okay?"

"Okay."

That one simple word lets me finally take a deep breath. Maybe the FBI really just wants to poke and prod to figure out what's wrong with me. I don't really care anymore. If there's any chance of getting some help with these ghosts and being protected while I do it, I have to go for it.

Moving away from home and meeting Malachi is scary enough, but what just happened creeps back in and chills me to my core. Georgia and Malachi aren't my biggest problems. Whoever this rogue ghost used to be, he's attached himself to me and isn't going anywhere until I figure out what he wants. Facing something like that, I need all the help I can get.
11: Together?

(Malachi)

Entering the restaurant through the employee entrance, I breathe in the delicious scents. It isn't any one dish in particular that makes me relax, but all the different spices, sauces, and sizzling meats combined. The familiarity of this place eases much of the tension I've been carrying around lately. Ever since meeting Echo it's been a strange and intoxicating adventure.

Shrugging off my messenger bag, I grab my sheet music out and stow the bag in my locker. I say hello to various members of the kitchen staff as I make my way out to the dining room, only being held up by the sous chef, Henry, when he asks me what I want him to set aside for me for after my shift. As usual, I tell him to pick for me. Everything they make is amazing.

Before I step out into the dining room, I adjust my tie and button the middle button on my blazer. I really would prefer not to wear it at all, but the restaurant owner, Francesco, insists. If the dinner guests are required to wear jackets, so am I. I troop though the dining room to the exquisite grand piano
I ask skeptically. 

 Agent Morton laughs. " I do have a piece of experience with this kind of thing. " He chuckles again and suppose, " I think you, so how about you try to believe me too. bonny trade? " 

 What have I got to misplace? " Sounds fair to me. " 

 " big, " he says. " I know you should be in course right now, but I'll be in contact soon to start make out the detail, okay? " 

 " Okay. " 

 That one simple word get me finally take a deep breath. possibly the FBI really precisely wants to poke and prod to visualize out what's wrong with me. I don't really care anymore. If there's any chance of getting some aid with these ghosts and being protected while I do it, I have to go for it. 

 Moving away from home and meeting Malachi is scary enough, but what merely happened creeps back in and cool me to my core. Georgia and Malachi aren't my biggest problems. Whoever this rogue ghost use to be, he's attach himself to me and isn't going anywhere until I figure out what he want. Facing something like that, I need all the help I can get. 
 11: in concert? 

 (Malachi) 

 Entering the restaurant through the employee entrance, I breathe in the delicious scents. It isn't any one dish in particular that makes me loosen, but all the different spices, sauces, and sizzling meats blend. The familiarity of this place eases much of the latent hostility I've been carrying around recently. Ever since meeting Echo it's been a strange and intoxicating adventure. 

 Shrugging off my messenger udder, I grab my sheet music out and stow the base in my locker. I state hello to various penis of the kitchen staff as I make my room out to the dining room, only being held up by the sous chef, Henry, when he asks me what I want him to set away for me for after my shift. As usual, I tell him to pick for me. Everything they make is amazing. 

 Before I step out into the dining room, I adjust my tie and button the middle push button on my blazer. I really would prefer not to tire it at all, but the restaurant owner, Francesco, insists. If the dinner node are required to wear jackets, indeed am I. I troop though the dining room to the exquisite grand piano
 I wsk skeptically.

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11: Together?

(Makafho)

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I ask skeptically. Agent Morton laughs. "I a of experience this sort of says, believe you, so about you try believe me too. Fair trade?" What I got to lose? "Sounds fair to me." "Great," he says. "I know should be in class right now, but I'll be in touch soon to working the okay?" That one simple word lets me finally take a deep breath. Maybe the FBI really just to poke and prod to figure out what's with me. I don't care anymore. If there's any of some help these and protected while I it, I have to go for it. Moving away from home and meeting Malachi is scary enough, what just back in chills to core. Georgia and my biggest problems. Whoever this rogue be, he's attached himself to me and isn't anywhere until figure out what he wants. Facing like that, I need all the help I get. 11: Together? (Malachi) Entering the restaurant through the employee entrance, I breathe in the It isn't any one in particular that me but the spices, sauces, sizzling meats combined. The familiarity of this place eases much of tension I've been carrying around lately. Ever since meeting Echo a and intoxicating adventure. off my messenger bag, grab sheet music out and bag my hello various of the kitchen staff I make my way out the dining room, only sous chef, Henry, when he asks me what want him to set aside for me after my shift. As usual, I tell him to pick for me. they make Before I step out into the dining room, adjust my tie and the middle button on my blazer. I really would not wear it all, but the owner, Francesco, insists. the dinner guests to wear so I. the dining room to the exquisite piano
 I ask skeptically.

Agent MortoN laughs. "I do Have a Bit Of eXpErieNce wIth this sort of tHIng." HE chuckles again and says, "I BelieVe YOu, so HOw About You try tO BeLIEve Me ToO. FaIr TRaDe?"

WhaT haVe I got tO lose? "SoundS faIr To me."

"Great," he sAYs. "i know you shOulD be in class riGht Now, but i'lL be IN toucH soOn to sTart woRKing ouT the detaiLs, OKay?"

"OkaY."

that one SIMpLe woRd lets me finally taKE a DEep breath. Maybe The FBI ReALlY JUst WanTs to poke anD pRod to FIgure ouT WhAT'S WroNG with me. I don't rEally care anYMorE. If theRe'S anY Chance Of getTiNG soMe help with tHese Ghosts and Being pROtected WHile I do It, I havE to Go fOr it.

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11: together?

(malachI)

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shRugging off my mESSengEr Bag, I graB my Sheet muSic Out And StoW tHe bag in my Locker. I sAy HeLlO tO vaRious MEmbers of ThE kiTcHen Staff AS I make My way Out tO tHe DIniNg room, oNLy BEIng hElD uP by tHe sOuS chef, henrY, WheN he asks Me what I waNt hIM to sEt AsIde for mE for after my shIfT. As usual, I tElL hiM to picK FOr me. EverYthing they make is amazing.

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 I ask skeptically.

Agent  Morton la ughs.  "I  do  h avea bi t of experienc e  wit h this sort of thing."  He c hu c kles ag ain a nd says ,  " I bel ie ve  yo u, so  howabo ut youtry to bel iev eme too. Fair tr ade?"

Wha t h ave I got to  lo se? "S ou nds fairtome."
"Grea t ," hesays. "Ikn o w yous hould b e in  cla ss right now, but I' l l be in touchsoon t os ta r t  wo rki ng out the  d etail s , okay? " 
" O k ay. " 

That one si mple word l e tsme fin al lyt ake adeepbr e ath . Maybe the  FBI  really j ust wa n ts to p o ke andprod t o f igu re o u twh at' sw ron g  w ith me.  I don't  r ea lly c area n y m ore.  If  the re'sany chance of  ge ttin g  so me he lp wi th t he se gh osts a nd be in g protected whi le I  do it, I  ha ve  to  g o for it.

M ovi ngaway fr om home and  m e e t in g Malachi is scary  e n o ug h, but w hat ju s tha p pened cr ee psback i n and  chi l ls  me to m y core .  G eo rgia an dMalach iare n't  my b i gges t prob lems. Wh oever this rogue gho s t used to be, he ' s  a t tach edhimself tome a n d is n'tg oi nga nywhe re un ti l  I figure out what hewa nts. F acing  something li ke that, I n e ed all t he h e lp I can get.
11:  Toge ther?

(Ma l achi)

E nteri ng the r estaurant t hrough t heemp loy eee n tr ance, I breat h e  inth e delic iou s scent s.Itisn 'tan y one dis h in par ti cu la rtha t mak e s me rel ax , b ut  al l the differ ent s pice s,  s a uce s, ands iz z l ingme at s co mbi ne d. Th e fa m ili arity o f this pl ace ease smu ch of t he tension I' ve  been carr yi ngaround l ately. E ver since meeting Echoi t's bee n a  stra ngeand intox ica ting a dve n ture.
Shrug gingof f m y messe n g er  ba g,  I grab my s hee t mus ic  out  and st ow the bag in my l o cke r. I say hell o t o va r i ou s m e mb e rsof the k itchen staff as  I make my  w a yout to the din in g room,  only b eingh eld upby the so us chef,He nry, w hen  he asks m e what I  want him to se t  a sidefor  me fo raft er my  shift .  As  usua l, I t el l himto pi ck  for me.  Everything they make i s amaz ing.
Be fore I st epo utinto thedini ng room, I  ad jus t mytie and b utto n  t hem iddle  but t on on myb la zer . Ireally woul d p ref er no t t o  wearit a t all, but the re s taurant owner,  Fra n c esc o,i nsis ts . If the dinne r g ue s t s are re qu ired to wea r jacket s, so am  I. Itroopthought h ed iningroom  to  the exqu isi te grand p ia no 
 I_ask skeptically.

Agent_Morton laughs. "I do_have a_bit_of experience_with_this sort of_thing." He chuckles_again and says, "I_believe you, so_how_about you try to believe me too. Fair trade?"

What have I got to lose?_"Sounds_fair to_me."

"Great,"_he_says. "I know you should_be in class right now,_but I'll_be in touch soon to start working out_the_details, okay?"

"Okay."

That one_simple word lets me finally take a deep breath._Maybe the FBI really just wants_to poke and_prod_to_figure out what's wrong_with me. I don't really care_anymore. If there's any chance of_getting some help with these ghosts and_being protected while I do it,_I have to go for_it.

Moving away_from home and meeting Malachi_is scary enough,_but what_just happened creeps_back in and chills me to_my core. Georgia_and Malachi aren't my biggest problems._Whoever_this rogue ghost_used_to_be, he's_attached himself to_me_and isn't_going_anywhere until I figure out what_he_wants. Facing something like that, I need_all the help I_can_get.
11: Together?

(Malachi)

Entering the restaurant_through the employee entrance, I_breathe in the delicious scents. It_isn't any_one dish_in particular that makes me relax, but all the different spices,_sauces, and sizzling meats combined. The_familiarity of this place_eases much_of_the tension I've_been_carrying around_lately. Ever since meeting Echo it's been_a strange_and intoxicating adventure.

Shrugging off my messenger_bag, I grab my_sheet_music out and stow the bag_in my locker. I say hello_to various members of the_kitchen_staff_as I make my way_out to the dining room, only_being held up_by the sous chef, Henry, when he_asks_me what I want him to_set_aside for me for after my_shift._As_usual, I tell him to_pick for me. Everything they make_is amazing.

Before I step out into the dining room,_I adjust my_tie and button the middle_button_on_my blazer. I really would prefer not to wear it_at all,_but the restaurant_owner, Francesco, insists. If the dinner guests are required to_wear jackets, so am I. I troop_though the dining room to the exquisite grand piano