Home sweet...

[nikki_chase]

Oh who am I kidding?

I finally reached my place after the tortuous hike back from all the non-fun that happened outside the nightclub. Standing directly across the street from my house I looked up and down the deserted block.

No sign of Cordy’s car...and I’m surprised by this--why?I wasn’t. Not really. Ever since she’s been all...un-coma-fied she

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[nikki_chase]

"Whatever you do, don't look her directly in the eyes! It'll only provoke her..."

I giggled a bit, but not to the extent where it looked like I was taking joy in her misfortune.

"Later Summers."

I heard her end of the line click, then I in turn hung up as well. After tossing the cell onto the neighboring chair I looked back to the eerie hovering pad and pen. Did that conversation just put him to sleep? Do ghosts even sleep...? I was about that say 'Wesley, you dead?', but seeing as how he already came here on the dead side I kept the question to myself.

[nikki_chase]

"A vacation? That's what you're calling it now? Dude! You're dead! A vacation is paying insanely high prices at Disney to see some guy dressed in a giant mouse costume,...not this

[wyndam_pryce7]

"Yes! I'm dead! So I should be able to rest in peace! You shouldn't expect me to be all on board to be alive again...just so I can die again

[nikki_chase]

“Ya know what, you’re right. You should be able to rest in peace...so why aren’t you? ‘Peace’ sure looks a hell of a lot like boredom, with a side of ‘oh-hey-I’m-still-alone’. The normal kind of loneliness any different from this kind? You know...with the added invisibility and being mute thing