You've taken your son to work and he asks Ghost a million questions because he knows you have a crush on him. The instant you step away for a moment, the kid turns to him and starts questioning him. "Where do you live?" At first he doesn't want to answer but then gives in and limits himself to just dry answers. "In the city." "Do you have a house?" "Apartment." "Own or rent?" "Rent." "What do you do for a living?" "Lots of things." "Where's your office?" "Don't have one." "Where's your wife?" "Don't have one either." "How come?" Ghost looks down at him, restraining himself from saying something mean that he would later regret. "It's a long story." "Do you have kids?" "No, I don't." "How come?" "It's an even longer story," he replies, sighing deeply. His voice shows the exhaustion that grows with each question.