The sound of a faint, out of tune piano filled Ghosts’ ears, his attention turning towards the noise- it sounded…familiar. He stood up from the chair, slolwy walking towards the noise-

“My sweethearts, piano is rat filled-“

Ghost heard a voice sing, he slowly pushed open a creaky wooden door…revealing you, your hands dancing along the piano keys as you played ‘Butch 4 Butch’