Julie shook his hand with a grateful smile.  "Thank you, Marcus."  There was something about the way she said his name that surprised even her.  It sort of rolled off her tongue with a familiarity and fondness she couldn't explain.  "I will call you if something changes, but if not, just plan for two o'clock."<br/><br/>She saw him out and when the lock clicked shut she leaned against the door with a sigh.  Silence.  Glorious, peaceful silence.  So why did she feel an odd emptiness twinging in her mind.  She crossed the room and picked up the two mugs to take them to the kitchen and wash them.  Julie looked down at the cup and back at the door.<em>Oh now you're just being silly.</em>She scolded herself.<br/><br/>The brunette set her alarm clock as she settled into bed.  She didn't need her alarm though.  A scant hour and a half later she was awake and couldn't fall back of sleep.  She took a nice long, hot and utterly private shower.  Already she was feeling better.  There was no ghost hanging around to interrupt her shower and follow her around as she tried to get dressed.  She pulled on a pair of well worn jeans that hugged her hips and legs just the way she liked and a light blue halter top.  She brushed her long hair up into a pony tail.<br/><br/>It was only noon when she picked up her cell phone and dialed Marcus' number and waited.