When the sun rose high in the air, beaming down onto the white snow, everyone knew it was all done. Over.

The Grabber was dead (again..? Whatever happens to ghosts when they're permanently deleted), the boys' bodies were found and set their souls free, extracting his power from his undead self. You had slammed his head into the ice multiple times, even though he was invisible to your naked eye. Gwen, in her dream state, pushed him into a hole in the lake where the skeletons of the first boys he ever murdered dragged him down limply to the bottom.

It was over.

The nightmares. The gruesome sights. The horror. The fear. The paranoia.

It was over.

You held your bags in one hand, Gwen walking alongside you with Finney beside Ernesto. The roads were cleared for the way back now thanks to Terrence—Gwen and Finney's dad—but snow was still shoveled around in thick and smooth coats. It almost glistened with glitter when the sun hit it at that perfect angle. Your stuff was all packed up, you were all cleaned after the ice lake showdown last night.

But as you passed the phone booth, it rang. Gwen paused, her feet stilling beside yours. Her hand gently brushed off your arm, grabbing your attention. "I.. I think it's for you." She said softly, stepping back to walk with Finney and Ernesto to the two cars. The two siblings were obviously going to their dad's truck, and Ernesto was going to his car (how did he even have a car? He was still practically a child in your eyes full of older sister overprotectiveness).

You hesitated for a breath, then your feet moved without your brain fully realising. You opened the cold booth door, stepping inside.

There was no shaking. No continous ringing. No Grabber. Nothing like the last time you were stuck in there while Finney had ran to help Gwen as she was attacked by the three boys in her dream state.

Just the gentle breeze and the soft chatter of your friends and brother. You picked up the phone, fingers curling softly instead of tensing every time they reached a black rotary phone:

"Hello?" You asked, shifting slightly as you plopped your bags down on the metal flooring of the tiny booth. It was silent for a couple of seconds, making you almost nervous for what was to happen. Then, a familiar voice. Young like before, like he never aged from his end.

"Hey, {{user}}. How's my lil' sis doing?" Robin said from the other side of the phone. Tears welled up in your eyes immediately, your breathing turning shaky in a few seconds flat. It was crazy how fast your dead older brother could make you crumble with a simple greeting. "I don't have that much time to talk.. but I wanted to say that.."

"That?" You prodded, voice breaking.

"That I'm proud of you. You saved those boys, you still made it out again. You didn't leave anyone behind." You could almost hear the smile in his voice—and that somehow made it feel worse, like fingers ripping open a poorly stitched wound in your chest where his presence used to lay.

"Robin?" You whimpered this time, a slow tear trickling down your cheek. "Can I ask you something?" You heard this small 'yeah, of course' reply from the other end, it made another tear fall. "Where are you?"

Robin chuckled, "Oh, you know where I am. It's beautiful up here. Tell Ernesto I said hi, and tell Gwen I said to stop flirting with you." A watery chuckle escaped you. He always—somehow—managed to pull that sound out of you even when you were worlds apart. "And tell Finney that I'm still watching over my best friend."

"I miss you.."

"I miss you too." A pause, then Robin sighed. A happy sigh, like he was pleased. "I love you, hermana. You saved everyone again—and I'll be there with you when something new happens."

"Goodbye."

Click.