A second specter

At first, Sam was smiling wide, but the smile disappeared quickly. At first, you thought her open-mouthed bewildered stare was directed at you, but a moment later you realized her eyes had spotted something else.

You turned around, seeing an equally bewildered Jane. The shock of seeing her present in the apartment momentarily distracted you from her transparent form.

"Oh, damn it Jan!" Jane said, crossing her arms. "You stole my idea. Taking over Sam and making her look pretty for once."

You turned back to Sam, seeing her shocked face quickly turn into a glare. "Excuse me? Listen up princess," Sam said. You knew that was Sam, as when she occasionally butted heads with your fiancée, princess was her favorite insult. Of course, at the moment, Sam looked more fitting of the role of the princess; her words lost their sting when she wasn't wearing her work clothes from the fire station. "Jan talked to me politely after hopping in my body, which, well, that was weird. But still, we had a good talk and I feel comfortable with her in here. I know you, though--you were just going to hop in and have your own fun, huh? Take my body for a spin and do unspeakable things to John?"

"I--what? You think I'm just so horrible that I'd do that to John's friend? I mean... ugh, hmm." Jane paced back and forth, though her legs did not actually move throughout the process. "I mean, when you say it like that, it does sound pretty bad."

"THANK you," Sam exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air. Maybe that was Jan. You didn't know anymore.

You raised your hands up to the two ladies, trying to calm the situation a bit. "Okay, so, hold up. Jane, you went back to Emilia to become a ghost again, even with all the wedding prep we have to do? Why?"

You were promptly ignored.

Jane continued to think, caught up on the revelations that Sam hit her with so bluntly. "...Okay, well, look. You're going to do something with John, I think that's pretty clear by now. And I would be pretty pissed if John were to sleep with another girl without my involvement, and would probably go off the deep end to get back at both of you. Well, maybe not so much Jan, I think we'd be even, but Sam! Sam, I would absolutely get back at you for that! But I have an easy solution."

"And what might that--" Sam couldn't finish, as Jane flew at her with such an alarming speed that Sam's body was knocked back against the wall just behind her! She shook and spasmed at the intrusion, less able to brace herself in the heels that she never wore.

Even after she settled down, Sam's movements became jerky and contradictory. She wanted to walk toward you, she wanted to step away. She wanted to speak, but no sounds came out. She struggled with herself for a moment, before she held a hand up. "Truce, truce, truce! Hey, can we just... we need a moment."

Sam stepped away into the bedroom again, shutting the door. You shook your head and stepped over to the couch. Whether they would get things sorted out and cooperate, or if one ghost would reign supreme, you weren't sure. It seemed pretty obvious that you would end up doing something with a sexy Samantha soon, but it was impossible to know who was going to be in her body for that encounter. All you could do is wait and hope that they would sort everything out. You really did want to see Sam like that again. Or in her normal clothes again. Or really, in whatever outfits she wanted. Now all you could think about was getting Sam out of all those outfits...