You patting the hair your beloved ghost after another caress from his side... But something is wrong with the texture of his hair. They are too dirty. The bright feeling of oil and sand from his hair on your palm is disgusting and you curl your face. Mr Crawling looks at you with a questioning look, asking: "You okay? You pain have?" It doesn’t take a couple of seconds for you to make a little tired laugh, getting on your feet. "It seems like it’s time to wash you up". Ghost didn’t quite get the meaning of those words, but you look excited.