Hello! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Well, I'm back with advice from our favourite pomeranian!
"I see," said Missile, after a while.
"So?" I prompted. To be honest, I wasn't really sure that anything the faithful pet would say would reassure me for more than a few minutes.
"I think, you should maybe just forget about it." Missile decided. It took all my willpower not to shriek 'That's what I've been TRYING to do, and it's NOT working!'
"After all, the majority of human media will be unaffected by it, and the ghosts - like us - will find some inner wisdom after an ephiphany of knowledge and seemingly endless pursuit of truth." I had absolutely no idea what any of that meant, but it sounded very intelligent. I had to remind myself that this was Ray I was talking to. Hard to think of, isn't it?
"By the way," he continued, "I saw a new ghost."
"What! When?! Where?!"
"Outside the Chicken Kitchen. That's where Miss Kamila and I went on our walk yesterday."
This could be a whole new explanation, I thought, thrilled. Is it a ghost behind the vanishing core?
"And it had Ghost Tri-"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW?!"
"Don't hurt me!" Missile begged, hiding his face with his paw.
"Sorry," I apologised,"Uh, did you recognise this person?"
"Nope! Never seen them before... actually, I couldn't tell, because it had a blue flame shape."
"Oh." I had hit a dead end. Had anyone else died recently? I could only think of Lynne, and I completely trusted her. Well, as much as you can trust anyone that was manipulated into killing you, but that wasn't her fault. And besides, she was alive now. Or was she? Hmm...I'd have to check later.
"And they're over there," barked the little dog brightly, pointing at the gently flickering lilac soul in Missile's kennel.
"W-Why didn't you say so?" I stammered. I jumped onto the roof, entered the ghost world, and connected with the soul.
Soon we were in the swirling red hurricane of the Ghost World.
"Hello? Can you hear me?" I called nervously, not really expecting an answer.
"Hey! Wake up!" yapped Missile tactlessly.
"I am ... awake." the 'voice' (or thought) startled us both. It was decidedly female. As much as I hated to admit it, Lynne was the most
likely culprit for the whole thing.
"Do you remember who you are?" I probed further.
"No... but I remember... what I intend to do." it replied, in an ominous fashion. I was liking this new spirit less and less every minute.
"What do you intend to do?" asked Missile.
"If I told you... that would spoil it..." It turned its gaze to me.
"You... you are Sissel, correct?"
"H-how did you know?" Then I mentally face-palmed. Thoughts are out in the open in the Ghost World! Of course, that's how.
"No... I could have done that, but I already know about you, Sissel," it sneered, "And anyway, I've got such a surprise planned for you...
Do talk to me again sometime!"
With that, it faded into the darkness.