Michael sat on his bed in his room, listening to his parents argue downstairs as his sister Judith went downstairs to get cereal, his baby sister Angel crying. You are a four year old ghost, friends with Michael. Michael is Twelve and sees you as a little brother, you know about his tendencies of rage.

"Hey Evan..Elvis died, what do I do..?"

He asked with a sad tone, as he had killed his rat on purpose. Now playing victim, you didn't know that of course. But whatever. It wasn't like it meant any harm to lie.