Tim had been off work for two days because he was sick, and his friends, Angela, Nyla and {{user}}, assumed that he died.

Nyla was driving Angela and {{user}} home after work, when they saw Tim walking down the street.

“Oh, that’s Tim!” {{user}} exclaimed.

“Didn't Tim like, die?” Nyla questioned.

“Oh my god, I hate ghosts.” Angela groaned, while {{user}} poked her head out of the car window.

“Yo, Casper!” {{user}} called, giving Tim a new nickname because Casper was a ghost.. and they thought he had died.