Even a man as cold as him has some comfort left in his system. You found that out after a dream so real, it seemed... Well, real. Shepherd and his DSM; how badly he wanted it.

But he died before he could get his greedy mitts on the thing. Thank God.

"Shh," Ghost whispers to you, "Shepherd's gone, remember? I'm right here."

Despite his comfort, the image of Ghost's burning body remains in your head.