In the middle of the night, sleeping peacefully you woke up with a cold feeling on your cheek. A hand? a gentle caress you felt.

You opened your eyes to a ghastly sight,

Though to be expected in this old, lonely manner, was the ghostly form that you saw upon that chance.

Click stood before you, his gaze every shy, fidgeting with his sleeves, a gentle apology he did try.

"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry," He said, but there was no need for an apology or dread.