it was deadly silent in the base. Just the two of you, sitting on the couches. Ghost was just staring off to the side, not minding the silence. You, however, did mind. And when it was silent, you start nervous talking. You spoke;

"Last night, I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup.. and you were mustard, which is weird because you're usually mayonnaise in my dreams.. why do you suppose that is?"

He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his index and thumb finger, sighing.

"What..?"