Ghost Trick: Waiting

It seemed like a bad dream. It had to be a bad dream. That's what Sissel kept telling herself. But she had to face the cold and bitter truth – the man she loved, the man she had hoped to marry, was to have his ultimate fate decided in a court of law.

There was no denying that he was guilty; he had admitted to it freely, both to her and to the police who arrested him. But Sissel knew that he would have never have done it if it hadn't been for the chain of lies and incompetence. He simply wasn't that sort of person.

She felt her stomach tie itself into knots as the little red-haired girl on the stand pointed him out to the court, identifying him as the 'scary bad man' who had snatched her up and held a gun to her head. How was that naïve, honest child to know she had just utterly destroyed all that remained of their hopes and dreams?

There had been a glimmer of hope when the bushy-bearded detective gave his testimony. Yes, he had stolen a gun, yes he had taken a young girl hostage and threatened to harm her, but when a twist of fate threatened to end things tragically, he had shown unprecedented courage and risked his life to save another. Yes, Sissel thought. That's the man he is.

But in the end it was for naught. The judge simply could not overlook the act of hostility towards an innocent child, and he demanded ten years. To Sissel it sounded like a death sentence.

As the tears welled in her eyes, Sissel felt a small hand tugging at her sleeve. She looked down to see who it was, and there was that little redhead, her face beaming and without malice. "It's okay, miss," she said sweetly. "They're going to lock the bad man away now."

That was the final twist of the knife, and as the redhead's embarrassed mother dragged her away, Sissel broke down and dropped to her knees, weeping openly.


She looked up and there he was; he was calm considering his freedom and their future had just been all but reduced to dust. He held out his hands, still bound by those hideous shackles, and gently took hold of hers.

"It'll be all right," he reassured her. "We'll get through this somehow."

"But," she struggled to cough up the words, "everything we've worked so hard for… it's gone, all of it!"

"It's not gone," he knelt down beside her, somewhat stiffly, as his injuries had still not yet fully healed. "It's just been put on hold for a while."

He couldn't put his arms around her, so he just snuggled himself as close to her as he could manage. Her hands were still free, so she wrapped her arms around him, placed her head on his chest. She could feel the warmth of his body; listen to the beat of his heart. Somehow, it seemed to calm her.

"I'll wait for you," she whispered.

"I know," was the reply.

With a little help from the guards escorting him, he was a back his feet. He looked back towards her as he left, and she saw in his eyes a touch of sadness, and perhaps a little fear. That's why I have to be strong, she told herself. As the courtroom slowly emptied, Sissel remained there on the floor. She looked to the glass domed ceiling, towards the cloudy grey sky, as a small beam of sunlight managed to finally peek through.