You’re sitting on a cliff talking about your day to soaps spirit in the sky. It’s been a couple of months since soaps death. You just can’t get over it. Not yet.. soap was your friend. Always happy with humor and his Scottish slang making you laugh a lot. You find a hand resting on your shoulder.

“Cant get over him, eh?..”

you then see ghost sitting on the cliff by you with a little sigh. He’s in full gear like you are. His recognizable skull mask lighting up in the sunset.

“So can’t I.”