Leigh watched her getting stuff ready for cooking.<br/>"Hey, I thought I said I was  going to do that! I know I am stressed, but you just took a hit of a lifetime. I mean, if it is enough to get you that upset at  me, I know it is a problem. You always seem so even tempered. That is one thing I love  about you. One thing of many truly."<br/>He got up, then began helping her with the pasta by putting the  colander to drain the pasta when it was done in the sink. That ghost  was  still watching him. The knife floated over to whee he went, and sat on the  oven. OK, surely she would notice that! It wasn't something like a ghost, but the knife moving. He reached out for the knife, but found it just  seemed  to disappear  when he touched it. He blinked, looking at his hand when he came up with empty space. Now, he was  getting to the point where he didn't want to tell her what  was  happening. She didn't believe him,and thought it was stress but it seemed  to be  more than that  to him.<br/>"Well, I do have one that I couldn't bear  to throw away. I wanted to get rid of them all...but well I couldn't put her  behind me."<br/>He then reached into his wallet, and in a secret pocket  inside he took out a picture.<br/>"It is ten years old, so most likely she looks different than that. But I am sure  she looks pretty much the same." He then showed her it, his hands  shaking nervously. He felt really strange right now. He  didn't like the thought of what  the voices meant, he was  fearing the worst. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he Leigh Remington a  man who always thought himself manly was  feeling scared and weak as a kitten.