{Another day goes by, I think it feels just like yesterday

[ghostphone]

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[ghostphone]

"What makes you say that?" He tilts his head a little to one side. "You know how you got here? Or some way to leave?" Because he's not sure he wants anyone else to figure that last little bit out. He is pretty sure here is better than whatever is in store in his real, regular timeline or... whateverthefuck.

[fluffyexterior]

"Well, your lot have averted the apocalypse, which means the veil's going to fall into place again and I'll go back to... I don't know, wherever I was before I wound up here. That's how it happened before." She didn't sound particularly bothered, it was just a statement of fact.

"So what are we playing? Gin? Hearts? Go Fish? I think we'd need more people for Hearts." Her brow creased, "And then there's Old Maid, which is just Fish with extra rules."

[ghostphone]

"I dunno... I think they broke stuff when they did that?" He squints a little. "I dunno, no one's talked to me much about the future stuff." He admits with a nonchalant shrug. He doesn't seem too concerned about it, even if secretly in the back of his mind, he hates it, being shoved to the side, invisible, not important enough to know things.

"Go Fish?" He shrugs, he hadn't really thought that far ahead, and it seemed as good as anything else, really.

[fluffyexterior]

"Oh. Suppose that might explain why it hasn't happened yet." She agreed, already dealing, "Happened fairly quickly last time, and it's been ..." She shook her head, "It's definitely been longer, this time. But if things got broken in the process, who even knows if I'll ever go back."

On the one hand, existing without Cassie there still hurt and not existing was preferable to that, but on the other, it was entirely possible that there was someone here who needed her the same way and she just hadn't determined who yet.

[ghostphone]

He takes the cards she deals him and considers his hand for a moment along with what she said. "Do you have the same concept of time you had when you were alive, now?" He really doesn't know near as much as he should about ghosts, all things considered. "Do you wanna go back?" A beat. "Where were you before, anyway?"

[fluffyexterior]

Her brow furrowed a little at that line of questioning, not entirely used to getting that many all at once, usually she was the person asking that many questions on top of each other.

She shrugged as she fanned out the remainder of the deck to be their fish pond, brow creasing a little as she sorted out her own hand, "Before I showed up here I was ...sort of nowhere, I guess, but before that I was haunting Mendenham Hall, historical site and school, where I died. And when I'm present, like right now, time moves the same, seconds, minutes, hours and all the rest, but I'm not always present."

Her brow furrowed further, "I don't think I go back to the nowhere, I think I'm still here, at least, in this house, but not present? It's a bit difficult to explain, really. And going back? Don't suppose I want to go back to Mendenham, nothing left for me there. Not that I have any idea why I wound up here, a literal ocean away from where I was, still trying to figure that out."

[ghostphone]

He listens to her explanation while he sorts some of his cards and shifts them around a bit. A lot of it is so vague, "It doesn't sound like you know that much more about all of this than I do." he comments, tilting his head a little. "Kinda weird, right? If anyone should know all the answers," he gestures at her with his free hand. "should be you." A beat. "The general you. Ghost-you. Not you-you." Whatever.

[fluffyexterior]

"You'd think that." She replied, giving an easy smile, "But I suppose it's a bit like when you're in primary school, and you think that teenagers have it all figured out, and when you get to be a teenager you'll have it all figured out too. But then you get to be a teenager and realize that none of us know what's going on either."

It was the best comparison she'd been able to come up with yet, because it was something relatable, at least to most people.

[ghostphone]

He pulls a face and nods a little. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense." In so much as it could make sense, since he didn't actually go to a real school or know older kids or really any other kids besides his siblings growing up. But he's seen movies. He can fill it in, in his head from that, at least.