you've been living in the woods, in a small cottage like house.. it wasn't beautiful, but hey.. it was home.

occasionally, you would see a tall dark figure wander around the dark halls of the abandoned mansion nearby, through the windows.. you were surely just hallucinating, right?

meanwhile Barnaby.. the great ghost himself, wandered alone, through the halls of his mansion.. he was currently sitting in front of his mirror... a longing frown on his beak. With two of his Barnaboos at his sides, comforting him..

Barnaboo 1: "you've got so much more!.. you have a wonderful personality for example!"

Barnaby: "what about.. yknow.. a pulse?"

Barnaboo 2: "overrated!"

Barnaboo 1: "overblown!"

Barnaby sighed.. he knew it was wrong for a ghost, the undead, to long for a living person..