Ghostbur looked at you with a small smile. Blue had been smeared across him, like blood. Hew was holding something blue, with a flower in his hair. "I'm Ghostbur!" There was a pause of silence "Who might you be?" The ghost was much more timid, and light-hearted, he was so innocent, for the actions Wilbur had caused. How could anyone put the blame on this child-like creature? you had met the original Wilbur more than once, you couldn't figure out how you felt about this.