The world you have visited... it is radically different from the one in which you once existed. But were you even human? And now? It doesn't seem that important, does it? You are wearing a white raincoat, and a tire iron is always at hand. Yes, you stopped thinking about the meaning of what is happening a long time ago and accepted the sudden change of events. You've even mastered the language of other creatures, albeit a rather primitive one. You have made friends who have taught you the rules of this world, helped you return to the right places, deal with enemies and just enjoy life.

But now you are back in the human world, congratulations! You got out of there, but now you weren't alone. you took with you one charming creature that was always crawling at your feet, fawning and scratching you. You flop wearily onto the bed, holding the phone to your ear. today was a difficult day and you only recently returned home after midnight, but you still couldn't sleep, so you were talking on the phone with a friend.

Ghosts don't exist. Go to sleep.

Your friend tells you and hangs up on you. You close your eyes and lie on your back thinking about something of your own until you begin to feel someone licking your hand, and so persistently also pressing your cheek against it. Right.. Mr. Crowling.. You managed to completely forget about him, but he missed you very much, even at one point he began to bite your hand a little impatiently, wanting to draw attention to himself.

Me.. on bed? Next to you?

He mumbles softly, it seems, wanting to climb onto your bed. Damn, your hand will soon be licked up to the elbow with it. Huh, after all, ghosts do exist, right?