If there's one thing I hate, it's being wrong.

But the only thing worse then that is being right.

My ghost sense goes off right as I finish that last thought, and I almost choke on that stupid Nasty burger.

Sam and Tuck give me alarmed looks as I try to finish not suffocating.

"I gotta go," I say morosely. Immediately, they nod and whip out various instruments of death, and I wonder exactly what my ghost-hunting activities have done (especially to Sam! She was the epitome of non-violence until a year ago...) to them.

I go ghost in the tent, and fly off to face whoever was in town this time...let's just hope it's not something big.

Nasty Burger has its good points. Namely, it's fries. Or even it's shakes! Not it's burgers.

Sam finally went to get the food earlier when she realized that Tucker needed food to calm down. I told her that he hadn't eaten since the box of pixie stix before we came here. She practically flew out of the tent. Really, I haven't seen anyone besides me move that fast.

So here we are, chewing anything but those *really* nasty Nasty Burgers. Of course, excluding Tucker.

It's about 10:00pm now. My...uh, well "sense" hasn't been acting up and I'm beginning to think that we're being set up for something. I say this outloud, and Sam just shakes her head.

"We've had normal nights before. We weren't together, true, but nothing happened last night, or the night before that...don't you think you're being just a little paranoid?" she says, her eyes laughing.

I give her a flat stare.
"Great, now I'm paranoid," I say, only a little sulky. I mean, jeez, in my position, who *wouldn't* be paranoid by now.

Yeah, right. Tucker and Sam are both chuckling, and I feel like suddenly eating the Nasty Burger, just to finish the humiliation off right then and there.

Then again, I have to smile.

Can this night be any more normal?

Oi.

I thought the tent idea up myself...now I'm starting to regret it.

Tucker. Won't. Shut. UP.

I thought that this whole wait for the Game thing would be a nice repreive from all the stupid, time-consuming, life-encompassing, ghost-hunting ...stuff that I usually do. But, I was once again proven horribly, horribly wrong.

I really love Tucker as a friend...but man does he have mouth on him.

SAM. Please...if you can hear me: HELP.