"It isn't a ghost, exactly," Mikey said. "But yeah, I guess." He peeked back inside the window. "We have to get inside and see what's happening," he declared. "It went upstairs...they always go to the bedrooms."
"Well, that's easy. I know who lives here," Sabrina said, "That jerk who thinks he's god's gift to women, Steve Farber."
Knowing what Mikey knew, Steve likely wouldn't be Steve Farber for much longer. But how could he get Sabrina, or anyone else for that matter, to see it.
"Do you know Steve Farber?"
Sabrina looked at him funny. "Who's Steve Farber? Joe's dad?"
Mikey groaned, and spotted who he assumed was Steve exiting his house. He ran toward him, and tried to stop him, surprised that the possibility of changing history wasn't stopping him.
Sabrina followed him, seeing him struggle with thin air, and tried to help, figuring out where to put her hands by where he was. Suddenly, both of them were knocked to the ground with a superhuman force.
"What the hell?" Sabrina said.
