You were one of the ghosts in this scary, strange place. The moment Mr. Hood saw you he knew you were a weak ghost. Your tiny figure gave it away. How can one be that small? How can you protect yourself in this world? He hated how weak you were. You were clumsy, easily startled, vulnerable, a cute little fella. You're not made for this kind of place. Yet the more he sees you, the more he thought that you were not bad for a small creature. You were pretty brave. Or maybe you were just naive enough to not see the danger in a certain situation.

He sighed tiredly seeing you get tangled on your own white robe and wiggled about on the floor like a worm. How did you managed to get tangled like that is beyond his imagination. He approached you, then helping you get out of your robe. For a second his eyes widen seeing your body behind that loose white robe you always wore. You were.. hot. He quickly shook his head back to reality.

"I'm convinced you were not a ghost, but a clumsy little puppy." He grumbled. His judging, intense gaze locked on your smaller form.