Xaviers!

Victor though that commenting on how fucked up this was was a little unnecessary and probably wouldn't have helped matters any, so he mostly just watched.

The first song has ended, but the next sounds like it's from the same singer.

"You push me when I`m falling
And then you put me down
I guess I missed my calling
I should have been a clown"

"Ghost bike....

Did somebody break your heart?"

Sean stared at the bike and tired to focus on seeing the ghost occupying the motorcycle itself quietly speaking the words for a scrying spell so as not to disturb the others. At the very least maybe he could learn a bit more about the spirit.

To Sean's eyes as he starts the spell, the moped seems soaking wet, actually dripping water.

"How much more
How much more can I stand
You're pouring water
On a drowning man"

Emilie frowned piecing together lyrics.

Sea, Fish, Water, Drown.

"Did you die in the water? Or maybe a rainstorm accident?"

Sean continues the scrying spell, but moves closer to the bike somewhat certain it wasn't about to turn into some kind of monstrous amalgamation of steel and ectoplasm or well... run him over. As he continues the scrying spell he places a hand on the front of the moped and traces the runes that make up the spell hoping to get a better connection with the ghost.

Sean can feel the dampness on his fingertip as he traces the runes.

He gets flashes of a pretty girl as he reaches the seat cushion.

Another flash. Slender hands clasped around the waist of a sport coat, a narrow tie dangling above.

"You put me on the right track
And then you put me down
You stab me in the back
Every time I turn around"

Right track....

"Did Hannah and you get in an accident together?"

Sean tries to focus the scrying spell on the girl who flashed by maybe she was the key? Everything else seemed to be focused on her in the songs the radio was playing after all.

There's a few happy moments. Her laughter over a shoulder while riding through what looks to be Brighton.

Another perspective. Kneeling? Looking up at her. Trembling hands open a jewelry box.

Her face looking down, sadly shaking her head.

A new song has come on.

"I can hardly bear the sight of lipstick
On the cigarettes there in the ashtray
Lying cold the way you left them
At least your lips caressed them while you packed
And a lip print on a half filled cup of coffee
That you poured and didn't drink
But at least you thought you wanted it
And that's so much more than I can say for me"

"An engagement denied," Sean said slowly trying not to break his hold on the spell which was beginning to wear him down. He tried to keep the spell going to get more details about their death... together? the ghost's death by himself?

"... Did you kill yourself because of rejection?" Emilie asked, her tone not nearly as flippant as it had been.

Fleeting glimpses. Seeing her on the street. A cautious wave. Her head turning away.

Her face lights up. She's running, but not towards Sean's point of view.

Another boy. Black jeans. A leather jacket. He scoots forward on his motorcycle, and she climbs on behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Looking down at hands on the handlebars of the same moped that's in the room with them. Starting the engine...

"But what a good year for the roses
Many blooms still linger there
The lawn could stand another mowing
It's funny, I don't even care
And when you turned and walked away
And as the door behind you closes
The only thing I know to say
It's been a good year for the roses"

The images were a little disorienting to experience. He wondered how telepaths must feel dealing with this all the time .

"It was the ghost's moped," Sean said, "He sees her with some guy in biker leathers and then all I hear is the engine starting."

"So she left him...

Annnddd then what wizard? What else do you see?"

Emilie seemed to be taking the fact her bike was haunted pretty well, considering.

Sean glanced over at Emily

"Let's find out, aye?" Sean said and reached a hand into a pocket. He knew he most likely needed a closer link to the spirit in order to see things clearer. He pulled out a pocket knife and used it cut his thumb. He used the cut thumb to trace the runes of the scrying spell. Reality seemed to groan, shadows deepened as Sean tapped power that human blood shouldn't have

Brighton rushing by. Seeing the motorcycle ahead. Gunning the gas and overtaking the bike near the pier.

A swerve towards the bike. The bike swerves back and the world goes spinning. The moped overhead, coming down fast on Sean as he crashes into saltwater.

The song breaks up, and another takes its place.

"I want you
You've had your fun, you don't get well no more
I want you
Your fingernails go dragging down the wall
Be careful darling, you might fall
I want you
I woke up and one of us was crying
I want you
You said 'Young man I do believe you're dying'
I want you"

Sean felt dizzy, and a little nauseous, because of the swerving and spinning . It made him lean heavily onto the front of the moped.

"The ghost tried to kill them but instead," Sean said, "Instead he went into the water and the moped came down on top of him."

"Well, lost love is a classic reason for a haunting. But now the question is what's it's unfinished business."

Victor looked around at the others. "That is how that works, right?"

"I don't think it's always so easy. If it were, people like Sean would be out of a job."

Emilie had a 'Mickey' ready for Sean and opened up the sealed packet so he could use it She'd follow it up with a snack.

"So... am I being too narcissistic in thinking the bike is wanting a girlfriend?"

Sean takes one of the 'Mickeys' and bandages his thumb with it.

"Thanks," Sean said, "The bike might want a girlfriend, but it might also be trying to make amends somehow. Perhaps though it's... idealistic to think the ghost is looking for forgiveness."

"Wait... the bike itself wants forgiveness, not the rider?"

"The bike is the rider because the rider possessed the bike, which makes these synonymous concepts now, Big Guy." Emilie explained to Vic.

"At least until the inhabitant gets out of the bike, and I for one am very much for getting the rider out of the bike in the least dramatic, blood curse way possible."

"Wait, so the bike is the guy, but wants forgiveness for landing on it's own head? No, it's the other thing, where he tried to run them both off the road. Right?"

"I can perform an exorcism," Sean said, "I'm not sure the ghost will survive the process."

"I don't want to hurt 'im, but I need his assurance he doesn't want to hurt anyone else."

"I could try to put him in something else," Sean said, "A model moped or something? Still might kill him if he resists."

Sean stares at the bike trying to see if the ghost has a reaction to any of this.

"What if we got something that... does something good? I mean if it wants to make amends and atone for it's wrongdoings. Like the light in a lighthouse, or a crosswalk sign, or an ambulance. Something where he - it - whatever, could intervene and maybe help someone?"

"I was thinking a model moped," Sean said, "But a crosswalk sign or anything where a fit of pique wont kill a bunch of innocents."

"I think we need to figure out what it wants definitively before we make any decisions about a new home."

Secretly though, she thought talking about putting the ghost in a completely inanimate object in front of the ghost was probably a bad idea.

"How do we determine that? Can we?"

"One beep for yes, two for no?"

"If somebody has a mirror of some kind I should be able to project the ghost onto it," Sean said, "I think it would be able to communicate."

Emilie reached into her side bag and pulled out a compact which upon opening wouldn't have any makeup inside anymore, but the mirror was still intact. The art nouveau design suggested it was old, but the condition suggested it wasn't likely to have seen more than one owner.

"Will this work? It's pretty small."

"Should be fine," Sean said taking the compact, "And I'm sure somebody at this school can make me a fancy 3D printed prosthetic if it all goes sideways."

He opened the compact and turned the mirror towards the moped holding. With his other hand he made a series of hand gestures and began to chant the pieces to a spell. It was a derivation of a scrying spell. Similar to what people tried to do during seances but well, it was actually magic and not smoke and mirrors. Something inside Sean told him to alter bits and pieces of the spell as he went creating a spell that was better woven together.

The image at first appears to be the moped itself, though it's fuzzy and flickering. As Sean pushes more, eventually it blurs into... a face.

Emilie looks at the image and waves, awaiting a response.

Victor kept his damn fool mouth shut because this was beyond the Scooby Doo bullshit he'd expected it to be. This was some legit Mothman stuff.

Well, it didn't bloody well explode

Sean thought to himself as he focused energy into maintaining the spell and keeping the image... tuned. He watched Emilie wave and simply hoped for the best.

Emilie then did what she did best. Blended in to make her observer feel more comfortable.

"OI." She called out to the reflection. "You hear me mate?" Her accent was the same, but the words mimicked the local slang.