Act 3, Chapter 1

"Do you believe in the afterlife?"

-Chrollo to neon

He seemed surprised that you visited him again.

At the reception you weren't let through directly to him, first you were asked if everything was ok with you.

You just said yes and smiled, knowing your hair was disheveled and your eyes red and swollen so you couldn't take offense at the question.

But you just wanted to get this all over with as quickly as you could.

"Would you like tea?" he asked as you sat down in the same seat as last time.

"I wouldlove to." You replied and shortly afterwards you both had a cup of tea in your hands, you put the notebook on your lap.

In it were also the pictures that were still lying on your passenger seat when you escaped from your house.

Only after a few quiet minutes in which you both enjoyed your tea did you notice his gaze on your lap.

You knew what was there but still you looked down to make sure it was actually still present.

"I think you remember the house, the book, and what you wrote in it..." you said while picking up the book with your free hand and handing it to him.

He didn't really react to that, but when you quietly said that you needed help, his eyes turned sad and almost pitying.

He just flipped through the pages, not reading through them as if he just needed a little refresher for his memory.

"What happened?" he asked and you couldn't hold back the tears that formed in your eyes as you explained to him that you had set Chrollo free, by accident.

He asked you to explain step by step what had happened since you moved into the house, which you did.

You pointed out the fact that no plates were thrown through your house and that you didn't even feel threatened by Chrollo the way he wrote in his notebook.

A look of shock crossed your great uncle's face before that look settled and he dug out his wallet and handed you a note from it.

There was a number written on the yellowish paper.

"It's Abirs," he answered the question you hadn't even asked yet, "she can help you. We stayed in touch even after the séance she held. She even visited me when a priest of the church had me admitted anonymously into a mental hospital. I was an idiot for insisting on the truth.."

You thanked him endlessly, but he only told you to call Ms. Abriyah to finally get rid of Chrollo for good.

You were just standing in the doorway when he asked for your attention again.

"Oh (Y/N)" - "Yes?"  "Please don't come and see me anymore."

You wanted to protest but he stayed stubborn, just saying one last goodbye before telling you once more to call Abir as soon as possible.

This farewell tasted bitter, quite bitter, and never before had a 'goodbye' felt so painful and wrong.

With the last the change in your wallet you called the number on the note using a phone booth.

Previously you had asked for a pen in a café and copied the number into the notebook so that, if necessary, you could also save it on your cell phone, which you had left at home.

In the rush and pressure to leave as soon as possible, you forgot to grab it.

But your great-uncle was right, you should contact Ms. Abriyah as soon as you could.

It rang for a long time and you were about to hang up and try again when a female voice rasped out a "Hello?"

"H-hello" was your answer, suddenly you were nervous.

You suddenly realized that this phone call was dependent on whether she would help you or not and that Chrollo would be gone, if she was your grandmother's age she must be in her late seventies and there was a good chance she had left being a medium in the past.

You could only introduce yourself with your full name before she cut in, repeating your last name.

"Sounds familiar to me..." she added.

"Y-yes, you know my grandmother.  I have a problem...I know you don't know me and I know it's asking a lot, but I need your help..." towards the end your voice got quieter.

Rarely had you been so helpless and had to rely so purely on others.

"First tell me what happened." She instructed you.

,,I don't have much time so I have to keep it as short as possible;  my great uncle gave me your number, the ghost you tried to drive out of his house more than fifty years ago, Chrollo," you said his name carefully, "it's back because of me..."

There was silence on the other side and it almost crushed you.

"I can come by this evening, 7 p.m. at the train station.  Please pick me up there." Her voice was flat.

"Thank you very much" you could say before she hung up.

7 p.m. was still a while away but you were only too happy to accept that if everything would soon be better.

You were already half an hour early at the train station, pacing up and down outside while you waited for Mrs. Abriyah.

When the train finally pulled in you looked around even though you didn't know anything about Mrs. Abriyah's appearance except that she was old.

In the end she came towards you herself, you had completely overlooked her.

"You look awful." was the first thing she said when she saw your face.

She was small in size, her skin was brown and her eyes were black.

Her hair was long and black, gray hair showing here and there in the braid she wore that hung over her shoulder.

Her small eyes were lined with blue-green kayal and black mascara made her lashes even darker than they already were.

With a mischievous smile you answered her comment, knowing she was right.

"I haven't slept much since I moved in almost a week ago." You admitted and she nodded.

You led her to your car and you sat down, you put the suitcase she had with her on the back seat.

You wanted to start the engine but her hand laid ontop of yours.

"First tell me what happened.  Every detail, everything."

And so you started talking.