First Methodist Hospital

JD just gave him a look, his quota of humor spent.
"The possiblility still stands."

"Well then...will you help me get my soul back?" He said, looking at JD quizzicly.

JD sighed. "..Yeah, 'cuz if I don't, Dina will hate me.."

Paul rolled his eyes.
"I think somewhere, deep, deep inside, you actually consider me a friend, and don't consider this so much an obligation as you do a favor."
"But enough of us being deep. Let's go find my soul."

JD nodded. "So, Mr. I'm in Charge. Where to?"

"Dunno. You're the spirit expert."

Jd seemed to take slight offense st that. " Youre the one that walks around as a spirit. Shouldn't you know a bit more tha I do?"

"Yeah, I walk around as one but I'm pretty much occupied when I have to push someone's mind back so that I'm in control."

JD rolled his eyes. That hadn't been much of n answer.
"Well... Yeah, I do know a lot, what with my big brain and all..," he muttered. He looked at Paul. "Did you know I use more of my brain mass than most average... people?" JD didn't wait for an answer.
"Anyways, we should be able to find out something with an old friend of mine... Though, you may not think much of her." JD looked at Phantom. "Neither of you."

Phantom looked over at Paul.
Phantom started to moan.
So did Paul.
Paul fell to the floor.
The Phantom was already merging with Paul again.
"That really hurts." Paul said, holding his stomach.
"But we've merged again. For the time being. So lead the way."

JD nodded. "Alright. This way."

OOC: Smalltown!

OOC:Going!