"Hear me out, y' 'ave to 'ear me out lass!" was what Ghost heard Johnny laugh as he entered the common room, quiet as a mouse, the only one sober in a room full of merrymaking soldiers.

"I can't answer that, Si's my fiancé!" you laughed, shaking your head, not noticing Simon enter yet, yourself too drunk off your arse.

"I ken, I ken, but, what if, hm? A'right, I'll give you the hypothesis again. Imagine y' and Si 're on yer honeymoon, yeah? Imagine he gets kidnapped, and you 'aven't a clue where to look for 'im. Th' police and ye look for clues all day, but yet find n'un, yeah? So you go back to yet 'otel room. Here's the question. D'ye still do yer skincare routine?" he proposed, dumb grin on his face.

The scenario's preposterous, but Ghost listens in intently anyway, arms crossed, right behind you, eager to hear.

"Go on. Would you?" he boomed, making you spin around, wondering how much of that he heard.