"Jason needs you." That one phrase was keeping Brenda from a very sound sleep. She rolled over once again trying to get comfortable, the comforter getting twisted all around her. Obviously her mind was playing tricks on her. Maybe because she wanted to believe that so badly, her imagination was conjuring up things. But what if . . . no, Brenda. Let it go. She raised on her elbows and punched her pillow a few times, trying to fluff it up.
"Maybe you should call him."
Brenda squeezed her eyes shut. This was not happening. She didn�t hear that. She didn�t feel the imprint of someone sitting on the side of her bed. Someone should have warned her that eating fish and chips could produce hallucinations.
"Please call."
"I don�t believe this." she muttered, rolling over to see the silhouette of Courtney yet again. "You know, as pale as you are, you shouldn�t have chosen dark and dreary London as a vacation spot." Brenda turned and buried her head further into her pillow.
"Call."
She sat up and hurled her pillow across the room. "Fine! Fine! Fine! If I call Jason will you leave me the hell alone??" She angrily grabbed the portable from the bedside table and punched in Jason�s number. "I don�t even know what I�m supposed to say!" she impatiently waited for Jason to pick up.
"Hello?"
Her heart stopped when she heard his voice. "Jason, it�s me . . ." She suddenly felt so stupid. She had no idea where to go from here. "Um . . . I was just calling to uh . . see how things are going." There was a long silence on the other end. She could tell something was wrong. "Is everything okay with you and Courtney? I mean, I know Sonny�s probably upset but he�ll get over . . ."
"Courtney�s dead, Brenda."
Her eyes flew to the woman sitting on the edge of her bed. "But that�s . . . that�s impossible because . ." Great, she couldn�t say "because Courtney�s right here in my bedroom right now." Illness or no illness, Jason would have her shipped to a mental clinic in Switzerland in a heartbeat. "That can�t be." She finished lamely.
"It can be and it is." Brenda felt a sudden chill . . . it felt like a patch of ice had just been placed on her leg. She looked down to see Courtney�s hand resting on her. Her eyes widened as Courtney nodded. It didn�t feel like the weight of a hand, in fact, if she wasn�t mistaken, her hand seemed to be . . floating? "Look, I can�t really talk right now. I�ll call in a few days." Jason told her and hung up.
She sat there holding the phone in her hand. "This is so not real." she said.
"I told you he needs you. You need to go back to Port Charles." Courtney informed her.
"I�m dreaming. I probably didn�t even really call Jason. It�s all a freakin� figment of my imagination!" she put the phone down on the table and flopped back down on the mattress, pulling the covers up around her.
Seconds later, the comforter was ripped back from her body. "Go back to Port Charles."
Eyes searching the room, Brenda didn�t see Courtney anymore. "You were friends with Carly, right? Go haunt her!!" She tugged the covers back around her and settled more deeply into the mattress. Minutes passed and suddenly her room was bathed in light. Her lamp had come on. Blinking against the brightness, Brenda sat up and growled. "What are the chances of you leaving me alone if I don�t go back home?"
"Slim to none."
"Argh! You are the most annoying ghost!"