Quite honestly, Finnick Sharpe had never imagined he would be back here, in the land of the living. But here he was, floating in what appeared to be a strangely decorated apartment.

The ghost looks around, taking in everything around him. How long was I dead?… the thought pops into Finn’s mind, random but concerning.

He glances downwards, and someone is laying against a cushioned couch. Asleep. Finn tilts his head curiously, white hair falling over his forehead as he studies them.