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1 {n8}Previously on Dead Boy Detectives...

A secret admirer? Jenny, this could be your soulmate.

Been spending a lot of time with that one.

Monty.

Merely swapping books, is all.

Let's just try not to forget that we're trying to leave.

Do you wanna kiss Monty?

I don't know.

Please, I'll make it better. Please.

No, you can't make it better.

You never made it better, then you died. That is the point.

You won't be taking us anywhere.

Do you need another shot of...

Yes, if I wasn't being stalked by my psychotic demon ex,

and Charles was actually, you know, alive,

then, sure, he would make a fun addition to my body count.

She's saying we'd get it on.

Crystal.

Crystal.

It's good to have you back.

Oh, poor Crystal.

I'm also bloody angry.

The things I'm going to do to you.

Holy shit!

Crystal? Are you all right?

Yeah, it was a... It was a nightmare.

- I'm fine. - All that for a nightmare?

Oi. Easy.

The living know nothing of actual nightmares. Try hell...

Oh, hell was terrible. We get it.

Can Charles and I have a minute?

Just a tick, eh, mate?

Fine, then.

Um...

Ooh.

This isn't a good talk, then.

Well, it's...

It's not a bad talk.

I just woke up from a nightmare

- screaming my lungs out, so... - Sorry.

It's David, isn't it?

Mmm-hmm.

He's really messing with my head.

And it makes things with you confusing.

And watching you fight off the Night Nurse,

it was a lot.

If I hadn't done it, Edwin would be back in hell,

and I wouldn't be sat here.

I thought we were on the same page.

At least that's how it seemed last night.

We're both figuring things out.

I need to focus on keeping David out.

And figuring out who I am, and you're...

a very cute distraction.

But I think we should be friends.

For now.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah. Of course. That...

That's the right plan.

Okay.

"Remarkably low compatibility between Taurus and Aries."

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Relax. Relax, my guy.

Yeah, um... Uh, can you help us?

Uh, we're pretty sure we were, like, uh, murdered.

Then we... We heard about this Dead Boy Detective Agency.

Is it around here?

I don't know what happened. We'd just won the state championship.

Both got into U-Dub.

It was so sick. It was, like... It was, like, exactly the plan.

Sounds like you guys were at the beginning of big things.

Yes! Yes, he gets it.

And we were grateful. Humble.

And the next thing we know, it's all black.

You know, we were still here, in town, but dead.

So you believe someone murdered you?

Cops say it was alcohol poisoning at this party, but that's BS.

We didn't have more than two to three drinks.

Yeah. Alcohol messed with our training.

And look at our eyes. Okay, this isn't from drinking too much.

Right. That's fair.

Give us a moment to discuss.

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Uh, and we can pay.

If that helps.

Hmm.

So, I hate jocks, but I kind of like them.

- They're good guys. - Mmm-hmm.

They're just like us, Edwin.

Dead mates who want answers after everyone else has moved on.

Also, no witches, no monsters, no evil seagulls. And...

they can pay.

Well, it could still be a witch.

But otherwise, I'm in total agreement.

Wait.

Did we all just agree on a case?

Please travel safely to my mom.

O-M-G, it's...

Thank you.

Hey, Niko. Finish those Magic Kaitos?

Maxine.

We need to talk about Jenny Green.

Why... Why would we need to...

I don't even know her.

What? Who?

Why?

First, we'll visit the scene of their deaths,

then interview witnesses and draw up a list of suspects.

It's refreshing, innit? Some shoe leather.

Good old-fashioned detective work.

Yes. And hopefully there will be no undead child hunters

trying to drag me back to hell this time.

If anyone else comes knocking, I'll kick them off a cliff too.

Cases are the priority,

but I had to cancel plans with Monty today.

Meanwhile, Crystal has us waiting.

She's always changing clothes.

Well, speaking of... Of Crystal,

I should tell you...

Crystal and I snogged.

You kissed?!

Oi. Keep it down.

With that prick demon and her missing memories,

she isn't keen on starting anything, and, like...

I agreed.

Wanna keep things professional, don't I?

What, um...

What was the kiss like?

Brills.

Like, I didn't feel it physically.

But I...

I felt it.

Up here.

It makes sense, given that you said...

that you hate being dead.

Of course you fell for a living girl.

You've been holding on to that one.

When I was on that cliff, I was angry.

Right. Do I sometimes wish that I got to grow up? Sure.

But if it had to be this way,

I wouldn't wanna be dead with anyone else.

You're my best mate, Edwin.

And you always will be.

What? I'm ready.

Hi, hi, hi.

Are you all headed out?

Some baseball heroes drank themselves to death.

But also, maybe were murdered.

Are you talking about Brad and Hunter?

That was all over school.

Didn't you go to the boarding school?

Gray Wake?

Yeah, but the North Port Townsend Dragons are our biggest rivals.

Everyone knew Brad and Hunter.

The whole town mourned for months.

There was even a really sad parade.

Not as sad as your roadkill face.

Niko, you should let us drown those things in a shallow bath.

That's just their sense of humor.

Anyways, have fun with your "maybe murders."

You're not coming along?

I have a case of my own.

I can't talk about it just yet, but it is so, so, so, so good.

Anyways, have fun.

Go Gray Wake Whalers!

Go Gray Wake Whalers. Go Gray Wake Whalers.

Get out of my room.

Oh, my God.

You two need to be nicer to me

because my friends actively wanna kill you.

So it's, like, your own case?

Is it the Mystery of Smelling Like a Grotty-Ass Fish?

Little salmon-breath bitch.

Oh, my God!

Say what you want, but I'm feeling super-lucky today.

Okay, this cursed Magic 8 Ball is broken

'cause it keeps saying "Outlook not so good."

But it doesn't matter,

because I'm gonna change someone's life today.

Mmm.

My little baby is coming of age.

You think this will work?

It will, if you do your job.

Remember, those Dead Boys have to trust you completely.

So lay it on thick.

I was supposed to see Edwin today.

But of course they're off on another stupid case.

Monty, ew!

You're not besotted by that little brat,

are you?

It seems like you're not trying hard enough,

and maybe you wanna try, mmm...

harder.

She's hungry.

She was so close to a meal with that juicy little Becky Aspen,

only to have it plucked away by those weaselly little detectives.

She's just Mommy's little slither bug.

That little slither bug is the size of a bus.

It could afford to miss a few meals.

Ugh, darling, some people drink almond milk,

some people skip carbs,

some people feed their gigantic snake children

to stay young and beautiful. It's honestly NBD.

Well, I mean,

you stood bleeding on the shore so Lilith would come out of the ocean

and grant you immortal life.

She never said you had to stay young and beautiful.

Don't you dare mention that blood goddess's name!

She tricked me, Monty.

What good is living forever if you're just going to wither away, mmm?

So I will feed my snake a generation of little girls

to maintain my beauty.

And those dead boys continue to get in my way.

No one messes with Esther Finch.

Is there something about that that's unclear to you, Monty?

No, of course not.

Well, welcome to the Dragons' Den.

Uh, you know, people don't really come here anymore.

Guess it made them miss us too much.

Here ya go.

This was our community in-case-of-emergencies box.

Oh, God. Cash and condoms.

Thanks.

Now, where exactly did you die?

Um, that's where they found us.

We'd played Gray Wake that morning, and I pitched a one-hitter.

We met up here, tossed a few back with the team, girls...

Um...

Then everything went black.

What happened just before the blackout? Did you see or hear anything?

Any faces or voices?

Just, uh...

It's stupid, um...

Just the tree.

Yeah, the dead tree.

A... A tree?

Like that one?

No, this one was all twisted.

Uh, it was covered with eyes.

Eyes?

Evil eyes.

Branches like hands.

Now, the tree you are describing could be a white bark pine,

or perhaps even a Japanese maple,

neither of which are native to this area.

Well, none of this lovely trash is saying anything,

so, short of me hugging every creepy tree in this forest,

this place is a bust.

Am I right to assume this event was...

- well attended? - Uh, yeah.

Dragon parties were always fire.

Guess we'll head to the school for witness interviews.

You two look ridiculous.

I think we look brills.

Yes, like, proper intelligencers.

Mmm?

Ugh.

We're supposed to be reporters.

So, Charles, be less British.

Edwin... be less Edwin.

Angels.

Hunter always shoveled snow from my foster mom's driveway.

Brad helped me pass algebra.

Brad was my boyfriend.

God, I miss him so much.

What about the party? Can you tell me anything about that?

Everybody had so much fun.

Maybe too much fun.

Uh, don't remember anything.

My microdose was more of a dose dose that night.

Wait. Are you really reporters?

God, I shouldn't have left.

Brad would never have left me.

No grudges, no suspects, no leads.

I've not been at such a loss since the Great Fenwick Pixie Escape of '97.

Honestly, it's suspicious no one had anything bad to say.

Like, who's that great?

Everyone has skeletons.

Some people are just good guys. Maybe them blokes died some other way.

Crystal.

There is a fuzzy lizard motioning.

Hey. Hey, you there.

Follow me.

Uh, hi.

Were you waving or are you just like that?

You wanna know the truth about Brad and Hunter?

Talk to Twitchy Richie.

Yearbook room.

You never saw me.

Oh!

You did not see me.

You found my secret admirer?

Mmm-hmm.

She's supposed to be secret, Niko. That's the whole thing.

Oh. Okay, well... Um...

I may have set up a date for you two.

Here. Tonight.

But can you pause being super-scary for a sec

and just consider the possibility?

Hmm... No. No.

No. No, thank you.

I know every eligible bachelorette in town.

Lots of ladies with lots of cats.

Jenny, trust me.

I've been helping a lot of people recently.

And what if it means

you don't have to be alone and spooky forever anymore?

Hey, watch it.

Niko, I told you, I don't mind the anonymous letters.

The anonymous letters...

They can't disappoint me.

Sad.

Well,

if tonight isn't amazing,

I will personally clean your floors for an entire month.

Yes.

Twitchy Richie. Name checks.

He looks like he's dying of syphilis.

There's a cure for that now.

Right. Are we going in?

Hang on. Let me see if I can read his mind from here.

Save us some time.

Oh, no, it's porn. It's all just porn.

Oh, my God.

All right, then. On with the interview.

Uh, no firing squad this time.

We'll let him think it's just me.

Tell me why you're asking about those maggot-infested jocks?

That's a different way to describe them.

I'm doing an in memoriam piece.

The Trawler already did one. Weeks ago.

So, why talk to me?

Okay.

You're obviously not buying this.

I'm suspicious of the circumstances surrounding their deaths,

and I was told to talk to you.

Now you've done it.

Someone told you right.

It's just a hunch.

Their phones were never found, for one thing.

Guess I'm the only person who thinks that's weird.

They were dicks who treated people like shit.

Especially girls.

But I also heard they died in a secret gay suicide pact.

- What? - Nah, they're just best mates.

I met Brad's girlfriend, Maren. Seems like they were super in love.

Doesn't mean they weren't giving each other hand jobs.

What is a hand job?

Oh, bloody hell.

I just wanna know who you think killed them.

Come on.

I know it wasn't you.

How do you know that?

Deep down,

guys that make gay jokes

are always the biggest pussies.

Oh, try it, mate.

Think you're better than me?

Hmm.

The fuck is this?

I'll let you talk again if you tell me exactly what I wanna know.

Or else...

Now, you said Brad and Hunter were terrible to girls.

Did you mean Maren?

No. No.

No, not Maren.

Shelby Kahn, Brad's ex.

No one knows what went down between them, but Shelby left school after.

- He messed her up. - Liar.

He's just trying to bring good lads down.

Shelby started stalking Brad.

She got aggressive, making threats and shit.

Then, Brad and Hunter suddenly die.

Shelby kills herself a month later.

That can't be a coincidence.

You want more? Learn how to talk to the dead, witch!

Okay, honestly, I tried, but all my clothes have blood on them.

Oh, my fuck.

I know. It's amazing.

Niko, she's going to think I am crazy.

Disagree. Over the top is great.

And what if you meet your soulmate tonight?

Okay. No.

No, this was a bad idea.

I will take my wine and murder documentaries over this...

How about Malbec and Ted Bundy Tapes?

You like murder docs?

They calm me down.

Oh, no. That was weird. Is that weird?

Maybe.

Guess I'm weird too.

What do we do?

There's a method to summon a spirit who's died by their own hand.

Charles, I need the silver bell for announcing guests.

Silver bell. Yep.

Thank you.

Now I will require the two of you to kindly go away, please.

A living person cannot be anywhere near a summoning, or it will not work.

As for you, Charles,

victims of suicide roam the world, aimless and lost.

Conversing with one requires

subtlety.

While you are exceedingly charismatic,

"subtle" is not an adjective that I would consider an attribute of yours lately.

Leave it to me.

Whoa.

What is this?

Apologies to have disturbed you.

You've been through quite an ordeal.

My name is Edwin Payne of the Dead Boy Detective Agency.

How did I get back here? I walked so far.

I apologize, but my colleagues and I are investigating your friends' deaths.

You summoned me from the other side of the world

to talk about Brad and Hunter?

I would rather go walk until my feet bleed than think about those creeps.

Subtlety?

That's a laugh. What sort of detective isn't subtle?

I don't know. Maybe one who isn't dealing with his pent-up rage issues.

Hey. Charlie boy.

Oh. You all right, lads?

Why are you here?

We're frustrated. We wanna know what's going on.

Yeah, we paid you. Aren't you any closer to finding who killed us?

You boys have had a rough go.

But you have to trust us.

We might have cracked it, but...

- You found our killer? - We don't know for sure.

- Know how long I walked for?! - Is that Shelby?

No, wait. Is she the one who killed us?

What the hell?

Hey, Shelby. Why would you do this?

Step back.

You!

She's a monster! Let's go!

I didn't mean to get like that.

Intense emotions can fuel a hysteri...

Can change a ghost.

Especially for women who feel particularly wronged by men.

Feel particularly wronged?

Can you...

Tell us what happened.

I used to run track.

And I was good.

Training for the Olympics.

And I was dating Brad,

but then Brad and Hunter decided to start teasing me

about my strict schedule.

Said I needed to loosen up, so they dosed me with GHB.

That's a drug, mate. An illegal one.

I failed my drug test.

Didn't qualify. Lost my sponsorship, my scholarship.

And then Brad dumped me.

Said I was no fun anymore.

I didn't kill them, but I was glad when they died.

Write that down. I'm glad.

But it didn't change what they did.

The only life I took was my own, which, now that it's done with,

I don't recommend.

Are we done?

I need to walk.

"Everyone loved them."

Yeah, because all nice guys give their girlfriends date-rape drugs

to screw with their future.

Are we sure that they'd do something...

Seriously? Did we not hear the same thing?

Trust me, guys like that, they lure you in with their charm

and make you feel lucky to even have them, and then they just take your memories.

Yeah, but it's just, 50 people said they were amazing, and then one person...

Who killed herself, Charles, because of them.

Why are you defending them?

'Cause not everyone is your demon ex-boyfriend, Crystal.

Wow.

Okay, I get it.

- You're a sweet guy with a rage problem. - What's this?

You walk around acting like the sun always shines

and then lost your shit beating the Night Nurse.

Edwin and I are walking on eggshells around you

instead of just saying, "What the actual fuck?"

If I may intercede...

this case is bringing up feelings best handled

after it has been resolved.

- It's Crystal. - It's Maren, Brad's girlfriend.

I just... I wanted to tell you that I lied.

I did see something weird at the party.

I think I know who killed Brad and Hunter. Can you meet me?

I will never forget his face

when you told him he would pull back a bloody stump

if he ever touched the fish you bought again.

Oh, it wasn't my finest moment.

The guys at the fish market can be real assholes.

What were you even doing at the docks at that time? I go at dawn.

Oh, I, um...

Uh, morning run.

Yeah, I start early.

Okay. Can you explain the concept of running to me?

You'll need to speak slowly.

Stop. You are in...

great shape.

I had never seen anyone be so real.

So strong.

I knew right then I had to know you.

It's just, I'm... Well...

I'm shy.

So shy that you stalked me with sweet letters on floral stationery?

- Oh, no, um... It wasn't anything bad. - I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.

No one can tell when I'm kidding. It's a whole thing.

Well, I am...

I'm very glad you weren't too shy today.

Um...

There's this creep.

He, um, works in the yearbook room and they call him...

Twitchy Richie?

Yeah.

Yeah. So, you know,

he's like a tweaky burnout psycho.

I don't have hard proof,

but I know he hated Brad.

He was always bitching that Brad got him hooked on Adderall,

and, I don't know, they liked to see him squirm for it.

They thought it was fun.

Also, Brad sold him molly cut with something weird.

First time we've heard about drugs from someone who's still kicking.

The story of illicit pharmaceuticals

does lend credence to Shelby's version of things.

We should follow up with this Molly character.

Richie was at the party that night,

which is super-weird because he never came to the Dragon Den.

I saw him staring at the boys,

like he was just waiting...

to do something.

Hey, it's okay. Maren, just take your time.

I am so freaked.

Can we not stand out here where the whole world can see us?

Do you want, like, a gin or something?

Gin? Like, gin gin?

It's just been a rough day.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Did you see that?

Nervous, isn't she?

We should look around while Crystal has her distracted.

For the record, the water closet was pristine and full of decorative soaps.

Oh, good. You found her room.

Hey, look at this.

There's loads of photos, but none of Brad, her boyfriend.

- It's odd, right? - Very well observed, Charles.

What does this look like to you?

A twisted tree with hands and eyes.

Edwin, they were here when they died.

Right.

Time for a proper search.

I hope straight up's okay?

Charles, look.

Someone has been fiddling with this cabinet.

What's this then?

Can you unlock it?

Way ahead of you, mate.

Portable telephones?

She's got hers downstairs. Why would she...

Wait, do you remember what Richie said?

The boys' phones were never found.

Crystal.

To Brad and Hunter.

Crystal!

She's lying.

She has the boys' phones upstairs.

She did it.

What?

You don't want it now, or...

I...

I just remembered, I'm underage.

Just drink it!

You have to drink the drink. Just drink it!

Maren?

What did you do?

You said they were for us only!

I said they were for me.

I can do whatever I want with them now.

By the way, Hunter says you look hot.

You sent them to Hunter?

I'm sorry I got so upset about the picture thing.

And, um, thanks for driving me home.

Congrats on the big win.

Brad! Brad! Oh, my God.

Come on, pick up.

You...

You killed them.

No.

Brad, he sent pictures of me to... To Hunter,

and he was gonna send them to the whole team.

I... I knew they would, so, yeah.

They ruined Shelby's life. They didn't even care.

I just... I wanted to take their phones while they were unconscious, but then...

- Maren, you didn't need... - No.

Then they didn't wake up. So I had to call Richie.

And, oh, God, they...

Ugh, they humiliated him any chance they got.

He hated them.

I knew he'd help.

So we made it look like they drank too much.

But then Richie called me today,

and he told me that you were asking about me.

That you were lying about who you are.

And I just... I started to spiral.

And I...

Oh, God. I... I almost did it to you.

I...

I am so sorry, Crystal.

I am so sorry.

I'm sorry.

Well, they sent a car to pick up Richie.

I can't believe Maren turned herself in.

Sometimes, when you admit something to yourself,

you can no longer live with it as a secret.

We need to let those boys know the truth.

Does not feel very satisfying.

I've got zero desire to tell those boys anything.

What they did to Maren was wrong.

I am really not sorry the world is short two toxic dickheads.

Crystal, I'm sorry.

For that stuff about David.

I'm sorry about the temper stuff.

No, you were...

You were pretty bang on.

I've got some heavy shit that I need to sort out.

I get it.

Just...

God, I really wanted them to be good guys.

I guess all three of us lost our lives to boys who went too far.

It's a really shitty thing to have in common.

This is far too much emotion for one day.

I am unaccustomed to it.

Shall we continue with our work then?

Please?

You guys go ahead. I need to shower.

And I'd like a month of sleep.

So, he left it to me.

I never thought cutting meat would be the thing I got from my dad.

Always assumed the alcoholism or raging narcissism would get me, but...

I don't hate it.

Meat can be really cathartic.

And what is your favorite meat to cut?

Okay, you know, I feel like all we've done is talk about me.

- Let's talk about you. - Ugh. I've always done this.

I... I was an annoyingly inquisitive kid.

Maybe that's why I work at a library.

Can I ask you one more thing?

Oh, okay. One.

Would it be lame if...

Oh, never mind.

No, not never mind. Can I kiss you?

Wow, um...

♪ Melting, you're a daydream ♪

♪ Stay a while... ♪

It's been a minute since I've done that.

Need to get back into practice.

I know. I...

I can barely contain myself around you.

My life is so dull and invisible,

but you stand out. You...

You're so visceral

with your tattoos and your bloody apron,

your... Your bespoke butcher shop,

your oversized nightshirt.

Okay, sorry. Um...

Hold on.

What... What did you just say?

How do you know what I wear to bed?

Oh, no, it's not... Okay.

You're gonna laugh, because it's totally not a big deal, but...

Okay.

Um, if I happen to find myself in the alley at night,

I can see you in your window.

Sort of.

Okay, that, um...

That feels kind of strange.

No, no, no, it's cute. It's cute, really.

I'll tell you this, because this is definitely cute.

If I can see what you're watching, I'll pull up the same thing on my laptop,

and then it's like we're watching it together.

See? Cute.

I mean, I have to use my imagination to fill in the rest. Like...

Like what your pillow smells like. Oh, God.

- I can't wait to smell it for myself. - Um, no.

No. Uh, no.

Um...

I think that you should leave.

But we were having such a nice time.

- Pretend I didn't say anything. - No.

Maxine, I'm uncomfortable, and I would like for you to go.

Now.

Why are you ruining this, Jenny?

I was trying to learn everything I could about you.

You should be flattered.

You are supposed to be flattered!

No, no!

Stupid Maxine! That was bad! You shouldn't have done that.

You have to clean things up again.

"Again"? What are you even...

What the fuck, Maxine?

I feel like we got off-track here,

and the only way to get things back on track is if we start over.

So let's just... Let's just start over, okay?

Just with less talking!

And with a knife?

I don't wanna hurt you, Jenny!

You are the one that's making things hard!

I love you!

But I would love you so much more if you'd stop talking back!

Argh!

Are you in here?

Why won't you just let me take care of you?!

You're not suddenly afraid of knives, are you?

This isn't how love works.

Flowers? What the...

Hey, Jenny?

Hey, what's with the...

Holy shit.

What's happening?

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Wow.

So it was my girlfriend.

Over some stupid pictures.

I mean, uh...

Don't send nudes if you don't want me to show them to people. I mean...

It wasn't just photos, though, was it?

You tossers really hurt some people.

You were cruel just for the shits.

Charlie boy, what you're doing is called victim-blaming.

I mean, we might go a little far, but we're good guys.

We didn't deserve to be poisoned.

That's what I thought.

Then I saw some of the lives you fully ruined.

Fuck that, you whiny little bitch.

It's not our fault if losers can't take a joke, okay?

We're better than you. We're better than this town.

It's a fucking tragedy that we died, okay?

We were supposed to go to U-Dub!

God, you knobs really don't get it.

Now you know who killed you, your unfinished business is finished.

No more reason to hang around.

What the fuck does that mean?

Charles, do you hear that?

No time to run. We must find somewhere to hide.

You better hide, or we're gonna...

- Charles? - I wanted them to be good guys!

I... I depend on...

It's who I want to be.

A good guy.

All I feel lately is angry.

Oh, God.

I'm worried that maybe I'm like Brad and Hunter.

And like my dad.

I don't wanna be a bad guy, Edwin.

Charles.

I spent over 70 years in the worst place with the worst people.

And I promise you

bad guys do not worry about being bad guys.

Is that right?

I daresay we all worry about who we really are.

Deep down.

All of us.

But you,

Charles Rowland...

are the best person I know.

What are you worried about then?

Let's get you sorted first.

This is my fault.

This is all my fault.

I really thought I could've helped,

but you almost died.

I should've known better.

I even said it. People that type letters are psychopaths.

Love is the worst.

Look what it does to people.

Makes everyone toxic.

All right. Miss Green? Miss Sasaki?

I need you to come clarify a few things for us.

Sure.

- You okay here? - Yeah.

I've been watching you all day.

And I gotta say you are a sad, pathetic trainwreck.

Please just get a life and leave me alone.

If you let me back in,

I could smooth everything out again.

It would be such a relief,

and you would feel so free.

Ugh, get this through your dumb demon skull.

I'm not ending up like Maren or Shelby.

No boy is screwing my life up.

I'm gonna find out how to get my memories back.

And I'm gonna crush you.

Good luck with that, Crystal.

You don't wanna be like Shelby or Maren, because... Because boys were mean to them?

I'm not a couple of jocks!

I'm a demon!

And I always get what I fucking want!

Crystal?

Hey.

You all right?

I can't keep him out of my head.

God, he just keeps coming. I don't...

Ugh.

I don't know how to stop him.

God, what if I can't?

Shh.

I hope it wasn't too pushy of me to drag you out here so late.

I mean, I know ghosts don't sleep, but, uh...

Whee!

No, I... I'm...

I'm glad you came by.

There's actually something I want to tell you.

Oh, yeah?

Yes.

I, uh...

Well, I...

I think it best if we stop seeing one another.

Oh.

Or, I don't know, I...

I've been rather confused.

I realized...

human connections...

were never easy for me when I was alive.

And now that I'm dead,

they seem to bring somehow even more baggage.

Don't love the term "baggage."

Yeah, I have...

There are these...

feelings...

that I'm not used to.

I thought those feelings were never to be spoken of.

But once you have them...

it's hard to hold them back.

And that terrifies me.

So, you're afraid of your own feelings?

Yes.

Yes, exactly. And while I don't want things to be awkward...

That was...

unexpected.

I have feelings for you too.

I wasn't talking about you.

♪ I've been waiting for a guide to come And take me by the hand ♪

♪ Could these sensations make me feel The pleasures of a normal man? ♪

♪ Lose sensation, spare the insults Leave them for another day ♪

♪ I've got the spirit, lose the feeling Take the shock away ♪