The next few days go on quietly. She hardly thinks about Nolan at this point, and mostly forgets she has his number. Not like he's tried to contact her at all, anyway.

Then, she gets something in the mail. It's an envelope with her full name written on the back, which is very unsettling, and inside is a paper with terrible, huge black font.

"It's not over. This is only the beginning of your journey. They are still watching. They need you to fulfill your destiny. We all do. You must continue to shine light and remove the dark."

Not weird or creepy sounding or anything.

So, yeah. She's not really sure who's sending her mail or who knows her full name (please don't tell her it's Nolan and his "triangulation" skills). Maybe it's whover sent her the picture so long ago of her ghosts, the ones with the bags over their heads.

But when she thinks of that, she thinks of the sacrifice site. She remembers the rain pouring down on her body and drenching her. She remember the screams echoing in her ears, the terrible snarls of the demon from right beside her.

She begins to shake. She — she doesn't, she doesn't know how to feel, it's all coming back, all of those memories, and she needs help, she needs someone, where is her mother? Possessed? No, she's fine... she's fine, that's not, that's not what's happening anymore.

Sunshine dials the number and waits, breathing irregularly. It rings for a moment before someone picks up, but doesn't say anything.

"H — Hello?" Sunshine whispers, closing her eyes.

"Oh. Sunshine." Nolan clears his throat. "I didn't expect you to, uh, to call me. What's up?"

"I, I need you to come over." She tries to calm herself down and thinks about all the good in her life, how her mother is fine now, and how the demon is gone. She's fine. She's fine

"Gotcha." And he hangs up.

Um. Well. That's great.

So, she waits around for about half an hour until a knock on the door jolts her from her relaxing. Now that she's calm, she sighs and stands tall, strolling over to the door. And there Nolan is, same black leather jacket, same squinted eyes and pursed lips.

"Sit down," she offers, then grabs her camera, deciding that he can make himself useful while he's here. "I have Nolan here to ask him about the letter," she explains, turning the screen to him.

He stares at the walls and doesn't move his head when she calls his name. Sunshine grunts and tries again. "Nolan." He looks back at her and smiles. "Hey buddy, hey. So." She slaps the envelope down and pushes it over to him. "Was this you who sent this to me?"

He breathes out and takes the letter, furrowing his brows. "Don't lie," she adds. Nolan begins reading it to himself. "Take your time," she says sarcastically.

He looks at the envelope then back to the letter, pushing the envelope away. "What are you doing?" she laughs. He doesn't answer. "Did you or did you—" She giggles. "Not?"

"No," he says simply. "I didn't write this."

"Oh, you had to read the full thing to know."

"I know what it means though." His dark eyes flicker back up.

"What do you mean you know what it means?"

Nolan clears his throat, and here it is, he's gonna go on his little I'm-smarter-than-you tangent. "Well, obviously, someone's trying to send you a message." He nods.

"Oh. No way, with the letter, they were trying to send me—"

"They're saying that you.. are.." He inclines his head forward and forces a smile, trying to get her to say it. She's lost. "The Luiseach," Nolan finally whispers. "Remember? That's my, thats my tag, my tag line."

"Oh, right," she snorts.

He immediately drops his smile and returns to being serious. "You are the Luiseach."

"Yeah."

Nolan points to her.

"Mmhm. I don't think so."

He shrugs a shoulder back. "I think so."

"Why do you think that?" Sunshine cocks a brow.

He gazes down at the table and shakes his head. "Many, many, uh, good —" He scratches his nose then throws his arms out. "You're not the Luiseach, okay? Prove it."

"How —" She laughs. "How am I gonna prove it?"

Nolan tilts his head from side to side. "Let's uh, lets go somewhere haunted, uh huh?"

"Yeah."

"And if uh — if crazy things happen—" He waves his hands around, "and you don't completley lose your biscuits, then that's a point in my favor. Hm? What do you think?"

"Nooo, that doesn't make sense," Sunshine counters. "If you say I'm a.." She pauses. "Luiseach."

"Uh huh."

"And I don't... lose my biscuits.. then you'd be afraid."

He looks neutral. "That's — that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make."

"You're willing to — be a scaredy pants on camera?"

He shrugs for a moment. "Yeah, yeah." He checks the backyard then returns back to Sunshine, casually leaning back. "Yeah, yeah, it's not about the camera." Nolan makes a face.

"It's not about the camera?"

"It's about fighting the forces of evil, just like the letter says." She can't tell if he's being serious or sarcastic.

"There's no fighting the forces of evil in this letter at all." She picks it up and eyes it.

"I didn't actually read it, I was.. just.."

"You were just mumbling to yourself, creepily? That's good."

Nolan clears his throat. "Let's — let's go, we'll, you know, hang out, spend the night, in the morning —"

Sunshine looks at the camera with that 'stop talking, that sounds weird and disturbing' expression.

"— if we're not dead — and uh, if you're not crazy, and I'm not crazy, we can reevaluate, uh, you know, what's happening."

She doesn't think he's trying to lure her somewhere to either seduce or kill her (though she's still pretty sure she can take him), because he still keeps that serious face, and nothing about him hints at anything deeper than what he says out loud.

Maybe she trusts him, just a little bit. Is that bad?

"Spend the night? Yeah right," she says anyway, rolling her eyes. Not happening either way. She snorts when he looks around.

"It's okay," he says slowly. "You can bring your.. mom."

"Okay. Well. While I ponder bringing my mother on a haunted overnight trip with Nolan, I'll get back to you guys."
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By the next day, Sunshine's decided she at least wants to try with this little trip. She wants to ask her mother to go, though, because they've always done this kind of thing together, and she still is wary of Nolan and his intentions.

Might as well to ask her right now.

She runs into the door on the way down and grunts. "Ow."

"You alright there, princess?" Kat jokes when her daughter walks in the kitchen.

Sunshine smiles. "Yeah. Hey."

Her mother's folding towels on the dining room table for some reason, and when she sees the camera, hardly reacts with any emotion. "Oh, goody. Cause it's been five minutes since we had the camera on us."

She's used to this thing by now.

Sunshine mimicks Kat's complaining then eventually leans on one of the chairs. She realizes she has some other questions first. "So. I wanted to talk to you about the Luiseach and how you feel about it."

"Look how good we are at pronuncing."

"Pronuncing? Pronunciating."

Kat sighs. "Yeah, I talk for a living. What uh — what's the question?"

"How do you feel about the Luiseach?"

"Oh." She breathes out heavily. "Um, I don't know. It could be kinda cool."

"Why is it kind of cool?"

"I dunno." She shrugs. "Maybe that uh — maybe it does kind of explain why things don't seem to bother you as much as, you know, us mere mortals. I don't know. I mean, I guess if it was true, it would explain a lot."

"That's true.."

"It seems like there should be more out there about it though." Her mother frowns. "You know?"

"Mmhm." Sunshine thinks. Maybe they just really are considered extinct, or maybe no one knows what they are anymore. "It's not very out there, just kind of.. secretetive."

"What?" Kat laughs. "Secretive. Uh, yeah, you know what I wanna know." She smiles. "Is what's uh." She twirls her fingers mysteriously. "Your secret power."

"Oh, so now you believe in it?"

"If I did believe in it, what is your secret power?"

"I don't know." She thinks. "I hope I can fly."

"You wanna fly?"

"Yeah."

"I'll interview you now." Her mother takes the camera. "How do you feel about the Luiseach?"

"Uhhh. I hope I can fly." She nods at the screen.

"That's what you're hopin' for?"

"Yeah. I think it would be cool. But they said, according to legend, we may not know for many more years, many more moons—"

"Before you find out what your superhero power is?"

"Mmhm."

"I think we should try different things, let's throw you off of a building."

Sunshine chuckles and rolls her eyes. "Light me on fire!" she jokes.

"Let's see, see if that works," Kat laughs.

"I don't think that's how it works."

"You don't think so?"

"I've found my power!" Sunshine fake yells.

"We could ask around." Her daughter makes a face. "We could just ask random people what uh, 'Are you her protector?'"

Sunshine snorts. "Do you know me?" she goes along.

"You know what I wonder is, for a while, you said that you thought, you felt like sometimes somebody was following you or something?"

"Mmhm.."

"What if that was your protector? Mmm. Deep thought."

"I know. Ponder!" Sunshine taps her chin with her finger and lifts her head dramatically.

"Have you asked uh.. the YouTubers what they think?"

"No." She grunts. "Children. Of the. YouTube."

"And adults," Kat adds.

"And adults." Sunshine makes a weird face. "And anyone between children and adults, how do you feel, about all these shenanigans? Hm? Hm? Hm?" She tilts her head to the other side with every 'hm.'

"And what's your secret power?" her mother whispers.

"And what's my secret power?" Sunshine echoes louder. "I hope I can like... read people's minds."

"That might be scary."

"That would be fun."

And she completely forgets to even ask her mom about Nolan.
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By the end of the week, Sunshine's decided that she's not a Luiseach. That's weird and silly and kind of ridiculous, and, she just doesn't — it doesn't fit.

Unless something drastic and crazy happens that changes her mind otherwise, she's pretty sure that she doesn't believe it. That's stupid.

She's not a child anymore.

Neither is Nolan, but he sure as hell acts like one.
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Something weird happened today.

"So guys," she begins, sitting on the couch and faxing the camera. "Something.. weird... happened today."

"No no no, what are you doing, what are you doing?" her mother asks excitedly. "Are you telling? Are you telling? Ooo, are we gonna tell a story??" She sits down beside her daughter and claps like a little kid. "Okay."

Sunshine cocks a brow. "Well, you were there."

"I know! But I didn't know you were gonna.. share.. cause it's so weird, I thought it might be weird."

"Okay, well yes, it's weird, would you like to tell them?"

"No, you can tell them, I just wanna be here." Kat draws her knees to her chest and smiles.

"There's not gonna be any reaction," Sunshine laughs, waving at the camera.

"Forget about that part," her mother chuckles.

"It's not a live audience." She claps. "Okay— so, something weird happened today when we were out shopping. Uh.. there was a man who seemed to be following us through several stores, not just one.."

"She's figuring out how to notice if somebody's following her."

"Yeah, it was, um, weird. Strange."

"It's like, everywhere we went, he was there."

"Mmhm. And — so finally, I just decided to go up and be like, 'Hey dude, what're you doin'?'"

"Let's clarify, I was like, 'Imma go find out what's goin' on!' And.. then.. she took care of it, cause she's.. very.." Kat looks at her daughter.

"Look at my muscles," she whispers, then continues on. "But you know, at first I thought maybe it was one of you more creepy YouTube people.."

"Cause every once in a while we do think somebody looks at us funny and we're like, 'Okay, why are they looking at us like that?' Or, is it somebody who knows who she is on Sunshine, or whatever, so at first we thought it was that, but.." her mother trails off. "He followed us in every store! Stores men should not be in."

"I mean, you know, it was weird, so I went up to him, he freaked out and was like, 'Don't approach me, you're one of them, you're one of them, keep away.' And I was like... yeah."

"And then he just.. ran off. It's like — it was weird, it's like she got too close to him or something. It was very odd."

"Very strange. But we didn't see him again."

"No." Kat shakes her head in an agreeing manner. "Not at the other stores we went to."

Sunshine rests her cheek on her knuckles. "So, Yes. That's our weird story for the day. Ta-da."
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She gets another weird envelope in the mail, same handwriting on the back with her full name.

Great.

Sunshine begins to peel it open but it's really stuck, or she's just weak. What feels like three hours later, she finally takes the letter out and looks over it, humming cheerfully. Then she cuts short.

"GO HERE."

Below that is a picture of what looks like a warehouse with four garages.

Alright. That's very... direct. She's not sure how to feel about it.

Maybe Mr. Know-It-All Nolan will know what they have to do.

Two hours later, Nolan, Kat, and Sunshine are sitting at the dining room table, inspecting the envelope and its contents. Kat and her daughter argue about whether Nolan will know what the letter means, and after looking over it, he tilts his head and interrupts.

"Okay, so what this is is, uh..." He clears his throat. "Yeah, no, yeah, so this is a photograph.." Nolan waves the letter in his hands, balancing it delicately between his fingers. "Printing paper, relatively thick."

Sunshine can't stop rolling her eyes.

"Black text, as you can see." Nolan moves back a little. "Looks like a — Futora font? Maybe?"

"Oh my goshh," Sunshine snaps, annoyed. Can he get on with it?

He gives her a look then returns to the paper. "Uhhh. Parking. It's a parking garage, there's a drive—"

"Okay you have no idea what you're talking about." Sunshine sighs and leans back.

"Well — no, he's saying exactly what we already determined," Kat defends, narrowing her eyes and glaring at Nolan.

"Yeah, but —"

"What it is," Nolan goes on, "This is a — this is a loading bay, probably at some sort of grocery store maybe, uh, Wamart, Target, something like that. Uhh, this is where they —" He moves his hands along to his words, "—what this is is they bring in the semi-trucks and they put them into reverse and—"

"Okay, please stop talking." Sunshine and her mother exchange a glance, but there's a flicker of amusement somewhere there. She then sits up when something dawns on her. "Huh. I have an idea."

She stands up and grabs a pencil. Kat and Nolan watch her, confused. She sits down and begins to use the dull lead to scribble over the back of the picture. "This is where my Nancy Drew training comes in."

"You went to school for that?"

"I did."

"What are you — doing?" Nolan peers over her shoulder.

"Ooo. Is there something there?" Kat asks, eyes widening.

"Wait a minute." Nolan seems to finally understand what she's doing and shoves the camera to the paper, trying to read the uncovered words.

"Hey, cameraman, back off a minute." Nolan grumbles and watches Sunshine write down the hidden address.

108 E 50th.

Looks like they're going to the warehouse.

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