"Well?" I asked. Angus didn't speak. He looked back and forth between me and the wall. "Who are you talking to?"

"No one," he answered too quickly. I sat up in his lap as he sat back down in the chair. "Wasn't talkin' to anyone."

"Bullcrap. You were shouting at someone, I heard you. Is there something else you don't want to tell me?" I heard him talking to someone a few minutes ago and there was no one else in the room.

"You wouldn't believe me." I crossed my arms. "I don't like keepin' things from you Hannah, but it's all I can do stop you from runnin' away."

"That's a horrible excuse. You'd really think I'd run out on you?" He lowered his gaze like a child in trouble. "We're friends. Friends don't keep secrets from each other."

Angus looked back at the wall. He sighed then turned back to me. "Would you believe me if I said-there's someone over there?"

I glanced at the wall. All I saw was a painting of a sailing ship in a storm. A crack ran from behind up to the ceiling where the wood polish had smudged. There was certainly not a person, but Angus wasn't one to lie.

"I don't see anyone, but if you say there is-"

"There is."

"Who is it?" He looked me dead in the eye.

"It's Bon." I folded my hands and looked back to the wall. "You don't believe me, do you?"

"No, I do. I think I do." Bon was standing in our room. I couldn't see him, but Angus could. He could hear and talk to him too.

"You don't. But-" He drew a breath. "I don't care. Like you said, friends shouldn't hold secrets from each other. So, I'm layin' my cards down." The room was quiet. If Bon really was there, why didn't he show himself to anybody else?

"What-were you yelling about?" Angus sighed and stood up, walking around the room. I lay in his arms watching him think.

"Had another nightmare is all. I didn't want to talk about it that minute, an' he wouldn't shut up!" Angus raised his voice as if he were talking to Bon. Assuming it was him.

"Supposed to talk about your feelings Ang," a man's voice said. "That's what women do, right?" Angus turned around and there he stood. Bon Scott, alive and well. At least, he was well anyway.

The smirk on his face told stories. His hands were casually settled in the pockets of his faded jeans and his shoelaces were untied. Just like he was in the seventies. He was here, and we both saw him.

I couldn't speak. It wasn't because Angus was right, but because here was a man I hadn't seen in years. A man who died way too soon. A man who was one of our closest friends and was taken away from us.

Here was Bon Scott.

"Been a long time, kiddo. You surprised as Angus was?" I swallowed as I watched him come over to us. "He's been seein' me since '80 ya' know. Only now did he say somethin'."

"Didn't really have a choice, Bon," Angus smiled.

"Hannah got it out of ya'. Good thing too. Tired of hidin' so much." Bon came up to me and rubbed his thumb on my cheek. "How've ya' been then?"

"F-fine."

"Fine? You should be great! Look at the man holdin' you, he's made the grade!"

"She's not used to things like this Bon," Angus said.

"Come on, she's a three timed time traveler, stuff like this ain't nothin'." Bon's hand stayed on my cheek. "Ah, alright then. Missed you kid, you know that?" I shook my head. "I did." He looked me over and grinned. "Ya' hit a jackpot, Ang. She's somethin' ain't she?"

"A real piece of work," Angus said giving me a look. He ruffled my hair. I smiled at him sheepishly. Okay, so maybe I hadn't been on my best behavior lately. Maybe I'd given Angus a headache or two. And maybe...I don't know where I'm going with this. Angus smiled back at me. "A piece of work, but I love her."

"Keeps ya' on your toes, does she?"

"And head. A bit like you sometimes."

"Like me?" Bon grinned. "Sounds like you. I'd rather her end up like you anyway." His voice trailed off and my smile faltered. It was quiet as Angus rubbed my shoulder.

I didn't like this. Here he was, young and chipper as when I first met him, and he had no choice but to be. He couldn't make choices like us, or have fun with us anymore. It wasn't fair. He'd been drunk before, I've seen him! And now...

"You tired Hannah?" Bon called over to me. His voice had cracked, but he forced a smile on his face. Even if he wasn't really alive, he was worn out. Yet his eyes shone with that boyish curiosity which had graced him years before. Some good things never change.

"Yeah, I guess." I had recently woken up, of course I was tired. But I didn't want to go to sleep if it meant I might not see Bon again. He couldn't stay forever. And I couldn't just ask him to come back, wherever he came from. Bon does what he wants when he wants. I only wish it didn't take death to prove it.

Bon gave a light smile and held his arms out. "You wouldn't mind sharin' her eh, Ang? Just for a minute or two."

Before I knew it I was in the other man's arms. One carried my shoulders while the other supported me under my knees. Bon sat on the bed and brushed the hair out of my face. In this distance I could smell a faint type of whiskey on him, and tea. He was warm, he may as well have been alive. It wouldn't surprise me anymore than I already was, and I wouldn't refuse the thought. Angus had sat back down in his chair watching us.

"It's okay Hannah ya' know," Bon said softly. I didn't know what he was talking about. "You can go to sleep, I ain't goin' anywhere."

"But, what happens when I-"

"Shh." He sat me up to rest his chin on my head. "I'll come back before you go." He kissed my hair. "I promise."

The countdown had begun.