POV: Johnny Toast

I stood in the kitchen watching Jordan walk down the hall. I wonder if he'll listen to me?

Later that night

Ghost and I were waving goodbye, as The Venturiantale group went to their hotel. When we were inside, Ghost turned to me "Johnny?" "Yes, sir?" "You seem to know who this 'Jimmy Casket' guy is. Who is he?" Oh no! What do I say?! "Uh, It's a very long story." "Well, spill the beans." he responded

"Well it's about Midnight sir. We should wait." Ghost sighed and said "Goodnight" and left to go to his room. That was close! Let's hope he forgets...

POV: Johnny Ghost

I walked into my room and shut the door. Toast can be so frustrating sometimes! He's hiding something big! If he won't tell me... maybe Jordan will....

Next Morning

I walked up to the Hotel door and knocked "Coming! One Second!" said a voice, a moment later Cierra opened the door

"Can I help you?" "I need to speak with Jordan." "He's still asleep... I'll wake him up. Come in."

I followed Cierra inside and sat on their couch. "Wait right here." Cierra Disappeared behind wall. I heard faint voices "What?" "Ghost is here, he wants to talk to you." "Oh."

A few moments later, Jordan came out and sat down beside me "What do you need?" "Well, Toast won't tell me who Jimmy Casket is... So I thought you might tell me."

I watched as expression went from tired, to Horror.

Why is everyone like this about this 'Jimmy Casket' guy?

"Toast... Kind of told me not to tell you." He said "WHAT?!" "But... I can... Just don't tell Toast how you found out."

"Okay."