The Cybunny looked up at the both of them. Tears were streaming silently down her face, but she looked beautiful, even in her ghostly form.
"I'm... I'm sorry," he continued, "but... The whole school's b-been frozen in time and... I don't know how to..."
Wendy paid no heed to Billy and turned to the Scorchio instead.
"Why did you bring someone in here?" she asked. Her voice was mournful, but... was Billy imagining things or did it sound like there was a little spite too?
The Scorchio replied nervously, "well, there's a problem with the school and... and... this Bruce needs your help."
"And why should I help you?" she asked the Scorchio again, still ignoring Billy.
"Because..." Billy interjected, "because... um..."
He faltered, unable to think of any reason. He had to approach the Cybunny with caution; the tension in the air was almost palpable.
The Scorchio spoke up, "Don't you love the school, Wendy?"
The Cybunny seemed offended. "Of course I do! I've been here longer than any of you measly ghosts," she replied haughtily.
It was the Scorchio's turn to get irritated, but Billy interjected again, picking up his courage. "Then... don't you want to help the school in times of trouble?"
Although Wendy's pretty eyes seemed wistful, there was an arrogant side of her as well. She contemplated his question before she answered curtly, "I do."
"Well," Billy started, but was cut off abruptly by the Cybunny.
"But my help isn't needed. You can play the flute too."
"Y-yes, but... I've f-frozen time and I don't know how to reverse the s-spell."
"And we'd *love* to hear you play the flute, Wendy. All the ghosts know that you're by far the most talented flutist we've ever met," the Scorchio added.
"But now there's him." She pointed at Billy, and started weeping again.
"No, of course I'm not," Billy said, trembling a little. "You are, and everybody in the school knows it."
The last part was a lie, but he hoped that it would work. She seemed to believe him, and her face lit up immediately, her hair glowing behind her back. She looked even prettier.
Wendy picked up her flute and brought it to her lips. She blew into it, and the harmonious melody filled the entire attic.
"Wow. It's beautiful," Billy commented as he listened. She was indeed talented. It was really a waste that she was dead.
Soon, Billy started to hear sounds from below his feet. It gradually became louder, and the Cybunny stopped playing.
"Everyone seems to be moving now," she said happily.
"T-thank you. Thank you so much!" Billy said, and wanted to hug Wendy but remembered that she was a ghost and stopped himself at the last second.
"It's okay," she replied. "I loved playing the flute."
"And it was the most beautiful piece I've heard." Billy really did mean it.
The Scorchio spoke up, "I hate to interrupt your conversation, but Billy should be getting back to class."
Billy thanked the two ghosts and sped off to his class as fast as he could. When he opened the door, he was relieved to see that everyone was back to normal.
Suddenly, an arm was placed around his shoulders and he turned around to find Peter.
"Where did you go, Billy?"
"Uh, um, I... I went... to the... bathroom."
"Oh, that explains why you went off while playing the flute halfway."
"O-oh, is that so?"
Just then, the teacher entered the classroom. The class settled down and began their lesson. No one else suspected anything nor asked Billy any questions.
Everything went smoothly at the Neoschool for the rest of the day.