Kick had been reported at K.I.A a few weeks ago and a grave was made for him. Not a day went past when you didn’t visit his grave. You were his best friend after all. The only one you had.

Here you were sat again. In the soft rain watching the sunset sitting besides his gravestone having brought him a cup of coffee to just watch it fill with rain water.

To your lack knowledge, Kick was now a wraith. He sat by a tree listening to you. The rest of the Ghosts had found out. Now it was your turn.