How on earth was I supposed to figure out who the man was that had killed my previous self and Levesque? Ugh! This was turning out to be a sucky Halloween. Well, I guess I could narrow down the search of men to just those that had died in 1992. I knew that most places where I could look up the information would be closed by this time of night, so that left me with going to the cemetery and looking at each headstone. Of course, who's to say he died here in Spirit? Or if he had even been buried? Oh well, it was the only thing I had.

I played with simple magic on the way, nothing too big that would draw attention to myself. The feeling of it was nice. As I walked the dirt path through the graveyard, I saw Ian laying down on top of one of the mausoleums. I laughed softly at the sight.

"I heard that," he said, hidden laughter in his voice. He jumped down gracefully and was abruptly beside me, falling into step with me easily. "What brings you back here?"

"A double murder. I am here to see if I can find out who killed us in our last lives," I explained. I stopped walking. Ian went a few more steps before realizing I was no longer beside him. 

He came back over and looked me in the eyes, eyebrows together in slight worry. Or just curiosity. "Something wrong?"

"I am sorry about how I acted earlier. And... I wanted to thank you."

"For what? Supplying someone to shoot at?" He smiled. 

I faintly laughed. "No. In our last lives, you protected me. You got yourself killed for me."

"I did?" Ian scratched his head.

"Yeah. And a few lives of mine before that, you tried to do the same thing."

"Well, I'm sorry for failing."

I rolled my eyes. 'Can you help me get the names of every guy in this place that was born some time around 1972 and died in 1992?"

"My pleasure." He disappeared. Withing a few minutes, he returned. "There's three. Max Pentax, Zach Daht, and Kevin Michaels."

"Thanks. Any idea where Brooksia is?"

"Here!" she exclaimed. "I went to go get revenge on Logan but he was surrounded by bystanders."

"I'm sorry. But can you see if those three guys have ghosts around here?"

She nodded and went to each of their graves. Though I so wanted to find this guy, who's birth year I guessed because the man in the vision looked to be in his late teens or early twenties, I was somewhat distracted by the date and time. All of my past lives had only lived to see eighteen. Right now, there was only thirty minutes left to go until midnight, until the first of November. Until my eighteenth birthday. I suppose part of me thought and hoped that if I found out who this guy was, the fact that I always seemed to die at eighteen would stop. I kept those hopes from getting too high. 

Brooksia came back, two ghosts right behind her. "Meet Kevin and Max."

"What about Zach?" asked Ian.

"Not here."

I sighed. "Neither of these two are the one I am looking for."

"Word in the ghost world is that he was reborn," stated Kevin.

"Wow, that seems to be a really popular action in this town," said Ian. "Anyone in this town not a reincarnation of someone? And is anyone else noticing that all these people are surrounding us?" 

I ignored him. "Is there any chance there's also word of who he might be this time around?"

"We don't have a name, just a description," Max answered. "Tall, but shorter than the vampire, light hair, dark eyes, and a little muscular. But be aware, he's got  a secret that he doesn't even know about yet."

With that, they disappeared. I bit my bottom lip in thought, going through the appearances of every eighteen year old boy in town. Brooksia got the answer first.

"Logan!" she said.

She was right, he was the only one who fit the image. 

Another headache was coming. I closed my eyes and welcomed whatever the past had to show me. It wasn't really a vision, more like a collage. Glimpses of what had to be over at least ten life times flashed through my head. When I opened my eyes, I was staring at the ground. Brooksia had left, disappearing to somewhere unknown. I looked around until I found Ian sitting on a headstone and ran over to him, tears forming in my eyes.

"I thought you would be happy to find out who had killed you this last time," he said, his voice coated in confusion. "Or are these tears of joy?"

I shook my head, though I didn't have another way to explain it. Unable to help myself, I pulled Ian towards me, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his chest. I felt happy when I felt his arms go around me in return. The tears kept coming, and through them, I explained everything to him. My recent vision had showed me that Ian- well, Jackson, technically- had been there all along. In every single one of my past lives, he had been there, protecting me. No matter who I was or what life time I was in, he always managed to find me- and I had a feeling he knew it was me each time- and fet the desire to protect me.

And Logan's past lives had always been my killer.