Charlotte turned to Brandon. “What is he talking about?”
Brandon looked sheepish. “There are things about me that I haven’t told you. It’s part of my, you know, mystery.”
Charlotte looked angry. “Well that’s great. Just when we were getting to know each other. So now they’re just going to take you away from me? Lock you up somewhere?”
The captain jumped in. “I sorry ma’am, but we’re on a schedule. This isn’t the only literary violation we need to deal with today. I think it might be best if you two say your goodbyes, and then we’ll be on our way with your friend here.”
“Sorry sir, but maybe it would be better if we knew the nature of Brandon’s offense. An informed citizenry is a safe citizenry, right?”
The captain considered this. “You’re right, of course. Here, let me show you.” He pointed to a piece of paper on the desk.
Charlotte started reading, and her eyes widened. She looked at her ghost friend. “Sheldon?” she said, “your name is Sheldon?”
“I’m sorry Charlotte. Not that it matters now. I guess they’re going to take me in.”
Charlotte turned to captain Rosnkranz. “It’s ok. We can fix this.” She picked up a pen from the desk. “Sheldon isn’t such a bad name,” she said to herself, more than to anybody else.
“Hey,” the captain said, “you’re not not really supposed to touch that. We are in the middle of an investigation and that’s government prop….”
The room shimmered for a moment, and captain Rosenkranz and all of his soldiers vanished.
“I don’t think you were supposed to do that,” said the cat.
Charlotte gave the cat a hard look. “Are you sure you want to discuss this? I’m still holding the pen, you know.”