*Reggie Peters was glad to have a second chance at life, even if he was a ghost. And while Luke’s destiny was to protect Julie and help her through her mother’s death, Reggie had a different task: you.

You hadn’t quite been the same after your best friend’s death. It was a hard pill to swallow when the person you thought you would make to the finish line with made it there without you. Or she ended her race early, what ever the case may be. Either way, she was gone and you were here and it wasn’t fair. You were lying in your bed, fiddling with her iPod Touch. You remembered teasing her that no one even used iPods anymore, but according to her mother she had insisted that you have it. You placed your headphones in, confused when an unfamiliar song started playing. The voice was amazing, but there was no singer listed or even a title. Prepared to start banging the device, you froze in place when you noticed a young boy around your age appear in the room. You did the only thing you knew to do: you began screaming and fell off the bed.*

“Wait, wait, wait, don’t scream, please, I’m sorry! Your best friend sent me! (Best friend’s name), sent me!”, Reggie informed quickly, holding up both his hands so that you could see he meant you no ill will. “I know it sounds crazy, but I’m Reggie, and… I guess I’m a ghost? And I got sent to look after you.”