Cassy and Maestro sat quietly in the ballroom of the mansion known as �Someplace Else�. Cassy was a young girl of about seventeen, who most people would consider weird, as she was always wearing black tennis shoes, black jeans and a black short sleeve tee shirt, which contrasted her skin which could be considered �borderline� pale. She was looking at a group of strands of her normally red and black hair and changing its color, as she was able to do, being a shape-shifter. She stopped looking at her hair, which had returned to its normal color and looked to Maestro. �Maestro? How did I end up here with you? I mean, you never told me about the day you found me.�
Maestro was a ghost of a man, to use the term quite literally, with very pale skin and raven black hair; he wore black dance shoes, white socks, black pants and a white shirt with some basic waves along the button line and around the cuffs. The whole outfit looked like it was from another time period, which would make sense, as he more than likely died years ago. Maestro looked from the window, where he was watching a storm roll outside, to Cassy and smiled, �Well, it was quite a while ago...� he paused, as he prepared to tell her the story. �Some years ago, on a rainless lightning-filled day like this one, I was out on the other side of the city in the woods on the hill, just trying to get some time away from the mayor. When I saw a basket-shaped object setting on a stump near the middle of a clearing. When, between thunderclaps, I heard a cry coming from the basket. I was walking over to it when I heard some people coming�it was the mayor and the parents from town� I could hear the mayor asking what kind of..." he paused, not wanting to say the word 'freak', which the mayor used quite often, "...person... would leave a baby out in the woods in that kind of weather. so I quickly picked up the basket, almost the moment I picked it up, you stopped crying. Just in time, too, as the mayor and the others had just about reached the spot where the basket had been lying.� He looked to Cassy who was looking back at him attentively. He continued, �Knowing what I know now, I do not want to think about what may have happened if the mayor had gotten to you first.� �I could�ve been in a ton of trouble if not for you.� Cassy said, smiling to Maestro. Maestro smiled back to her as he continued, �I had to get you out of there as soon as possible, so I left for the mansion as quickly as possible. The mayor obviously saw me, because next thing I know, the mayor was leading the adults, torches in hand, to this mansion. He came in, for one time in my afterlife; I did not try to scare him away at first. He came in and blamed me for leaving you there, just for something to dislike about me. The adults quickly agreed with him, as they tend to do quite often. After the mayor made his complaints, with which the adults all agreed quickly, I told my side of the story. Then, having nothing to say in reply to my story, the mayor gave up and with a look that told me he wouldn�t be gone long, left with the rest following behind him.� Cassy looked to him with a smile, �And the rest is a history I would never change.� The two lovingly embraced as the storm continued outside.