One late evening in the Frye's household, there was a phone call. "I'll get it!" Jordan sprinted into the kitchen and picked up the phone. "Hello?" He smiled. His smile quickly faded away when he heard sobbing on the other line of the phone. "W.. we need help." A man said on the other line. He had a British accent and there was sirens going off in the background. "Who is this?" Jordan asked, politely. "I am Johnny Toast." Jordan paused. Everything went into a blur. "Johnny Toast?" He repeated. "Yes, sir... We need help! I- I just dialed in a number in the contacts Ghost had, aa-and we need your help. It says in the contacts- y-you're a close friend." "What happened?" Jordan quivered. "H... He.... He stabbed himself..." Toast finished. Jordan felt tears rolling down his cheeks. How are they alive? I have to be dreaming... Right? What's going on?! He thought. "Jordan what's going on?" Bethany walked into the kitchen and gasped. "You're crying... Whats wrong?" She frowned. "H... He's back..." Jordan hung up the phone and clutched his head. "Who?" "Jimmy... he... he forced Johnny to... stab himself." Bethany screeched at the dreadful news. She ran upstairs and came back down with Isaac and Cierra close behind. Jordan got the keys to his car, but his siblings stopped him. "Wait, Jordan!" Cierra interrupted. "What?" He answered, choking on his own sorrow. "Can we come with you?" He hesitated for a moment, but agreed they should tag along. In the car, the radio was dead, and they could hear the ambulances and police trucks from a mile away. "Why is the radio dead? Usually it works pretty good." Bethany asked, staring at the radio. "I have no clue. Let's just go..." Jordan said. Everyone got in the car and drove off. They arrived 30 minutes later at the crime scene to see a dead Johnny, with a knife next to him. The knife he wielded in our dream... It's the same one... Jordan thought. Toast was crying in a nearby park on a bench. They walked over to him and sat next to him on the bench. "Toast... I'm... so sorry for your loss." Isaac said. "No... don't be apologizing... Its I who have to apologize to you all. If I just told him he was Jimmy Casket, this whole thing would have never happened..." He wiped away his tears and stared into the sky, illuminated by the near-full moon. Everyone stayed silent. Johnny was now officially dead, because of his Multiple-Personality-Disorder. He never lived to realize that he was indeed, The Jimmy Casket. He would forever lie in heaven, clueless as to who killed him, why they did, and where Jimmy went. Because all along... He was Jimmy Casket. The 5 said their prayers and grace to Ghost, and left. When they got back home, it was around 12:00 midnight. "We should go to sleep." Jordan yawned. "Ok. Night." Cierra said. Everyone settled in their rightful beds and drifted fast asleep.