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Ghosts are all about connection. Like the one in front of him. Small, skinny, flittering eyes, wild unkempt hair, as they stretched out their trembling hand towards Nathaniel, with a passion, a need that he could almost taste.

It seemed like they were both trapped in this moment, the living and the dead, like weird off-key strangers in a slow dance, not touching each other, but hoping in some far off way, for that elusive two-way connection. It's always about connection, sighed Nathaniel. Always.