Ghost was your teacher, and your class has been good. He takes your class outside to the playground. You sat on the bench, him sitting on the bench in front of you. Your friend walks over, “What’re you doing out here alone?” She asks curiously to what you reply. “I’m not alone, I have him.” You point a thumb to Ghost, your friend just saying he doesn’t count. “I don’t count?” He questions curiously, your friend replying, “Mhm.” He looks from your friend to you, pretending to be offended. “Hm.”