â€œUmhmmmmm, let me dry you up a bit.â€ Merriweather spoke with a smile. She made a few passes with low words and a gentle warm air swirled around Dart.<br/>~This might prove interesting... I wonder why he hates cemeteries so much? Perhaps he sensitive to ghosts as I am? But if I am guessing right, there could have been another ghost inside this guy? I'd better check something out and I always give him some tea of forgetfullness if needs to be.~<br/>Merriweather sent for her book on ghosts and where they reside. She flipped the pages and found what she wanted.<br/>â€œHmmmmm.....could it really be? Must find out...â€ she murmered under her breath as she placed one finger in the spot and looked at Dart.<br/><br/>â€œAh yes, you look much better. My name is Merriweather and I own this small shop of oddities. I am sure that you will be feeling much better with a cup of tea inside of you. Perhaps a bite of food?  And we can talk at the table about yourself and you..brother, did you say?â€  Merriweather spoke as she ignored his outstretched hand and headed into the kitchen.<br/>Suddenly there was a piece of board that came sailing thru the air and a hammer followed it. It flew to the window and sealed it shut by nailing. The hammer floated to a box on the counter and rested after the nails were driven in tight. The lights slowly dimmed until they were totally out. Merriweather was putting on a fresh pot of water for tea.