you wake up in plane, your head hurting and blood streaming down your face. You blink your eyes and look up… not expecting to see your greatest enemy at all… he is just standing in front of you, looking down.

“Are you the one? Big, bad ghost they talk about?” You ask with a dry Scandinavian accent.

“The one and only,love” He says with his raspy British accent, while leaning more forward to you.