We got to the morgue and at the entrance, Jake’s friend greeted us. 

            “Hey Jake, so you brought the kids to a morgue.  How considerate of you.”

            “We’re not kids! We’re turning 19! Well… except for George, he’s a kid.” Salina said.  She looked up at Jake and he smiled.  She nearly melted from his gorgeous smile.

            “Hey Graff, we’re here.  Show us the files, will ya?”

            “Alright, come with me.  Keep your voices down, there’s a ceremony going on.”

            Denny’s legs started to shake uncontrollably. 

            “Denny… you ok? You’re shaking.” I said.

            “I….. can’t …. move… scared….” Denny replied.

            “Oh god, are you a guy or not!” George exclaimed.

            “Carry him George.” Salina said.

            “Seriously?” George replied, “This THING!?” He pointed towards the shaking boy.

            “Do it, god! We gotta get the files!” I said.

            George slowly walked in front of Denny and kneeled in front of him, signaling that he’ll give him a piggy back.  Denny got on.  George took a step and fell flat on his face. 

            “FUCK! That fuckin hurts!” George yelled.

            Jake and Graff turned around and put their hands on their mouths and started to shake.  They tried very hard to hold their breath and not to let out their laughter.  I stood there, embarrassed to call them fellow azns.  Salina buried her face in her hands, unable to look at the pathetic duo lying on the ground.  Denny is still shaking uncontrollably, almost like he was having a seizure.  I walked over.

            “Alright, George, you grab the arms and me and Salina will grab a leg. Come on, let’s move.”

            “Need any help little ninja?” Jake asked.

            “Stop calling me that! If you have to call me something, call me Vanessa!”

            “Haha, alright Vanessa, do you and your friends need some help?”

            “No! We can handle this!”

            “Alright then guys, try not to make any sound.  We have to have respect for the dead.  Now follow me to my office.” Graff said quietly.

            Jake followed Graff and the rest of us struggled to transport Denny into the building.  It was hard to get a grip of Denny as he was still having a seizure.

            Once we got to the office, we sat Denny onto the ground. 

            “Here, give this headphone on your friend, Denny was it?” Graff said.

            “Yeah.. what’s this?” I asked.

            “Calm music.  It calms down a person.  A visitor like this pops up once in a while so we know what to do.” Graff replied.

            “Thanks.”

            I tossed the headphones to George and had him put the headphones on Denny.  A few minutes later, Denny stopped shaking and calmed down considerably. 

            “Alright, if you gather around my monitor, I’ll show you the profile of the girl we held a funeral for.”

            On the screen, it showed Toshio Shinayama, age 12, cause of accident being an asthma attack.  The picture showed a long black haired girl with snow white skin.

            “That’s her, in the pictures and videos.” I said.

            “Damn, it’s always a Japanese person doing scary thing!” Salina added.

            “This is the hospital that declared her dead. It’s abandoned now and is scheduled to demolish in a few months.”

            “Thanks Graff. You’re loads of help,” said Jake.

            “Yeah yeah, that’s because I owed you for last time.”

            Salina and George went back over to Denny who is fast asleep listening to the calm sounds. 

            “What kind of song is this?” Salina asked.

            “Mama sung by Spice Girls.” Graff replied.

            I walked over and removed the headphones from Denny’s ears.  George body slammed him after.  Denny jolted and started to barf out this morning’s breakfast. 

            I gasped, “GEORGE!”

            “Shit… I’m sorry Graff. I didn’t know this would happen.” George said.

            Graff mumbled under his breath, “Damn kids, that’s sick…”

            Jake quickly helped George pick up Denny and urged us to leave the room now.  We ran out, running faster than a speeding train.  Denny left a trail of barf as we ran.  We got into the car and zoomed out.