I've been ghosting, I've been ghosting along, ghost in your house, ghost in your arms...

It's been like this after Schlatt died. Paranoid that someone is watching you through day and night..

Now, it was already 3 A.M. You just finished helping Tommy out with something, the cold air flows through. As you entered your room, laying down on your bed, an echoed voice was heard.

"Dp you know when you're tossing, turning in your sleep.. it's because I'm ghosting your dreams..?"

It was Glatt.

"It's nice to watch an old friend, hm? You look too tired than before..what happened?"