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Erika?

Erika?

- Erika, are you okay? - Holy shit show.

I had a freaky death dream, and I saw my own dead body.

I was squish-squashed like Spam jam under a moose,

but all I could see were my feet.

And in the dream, I vaguely remember a truck that hit the moose

that I guess hit me. God, it felt so real.

You know, maybe I should go on Wellbutrin.

Not sure Wellbutrin will help anymore.

You are under a moose.

Oh God! Oh God, what happened?

- You passed out. - No.

What happened under the moose?

Oh, I don't know. I don't know.

It looks like you're, uh… you're, uh…

This is just a dream. This is just a really bad dream.

It's… It's not real.

It's an aftereffect of all the shit that we did last night.

- We're having a shared hallucination. - Ooh! Yeah, that's fun.

No. No, it's you. I checked.

Shit.

This is real?

How… How am I there

and still here?

What am I?

Am I a ghost?

Or a highly visible apparition?

I… I'm not an expert.

I feel like I can't breathe… but I can.

And really I need to pee. Do ghosts pee?

Okay.

I'm peeing and my head is throbbing. I feel so strange.

You are hungover. You've never been hungover before.

- From the party or the death? - Probably both.

This doesn't make sense. How could I be dead and still peeing?

And when did it get so cold?

- Dying is a lot. - Gia, I must be a ghost.

Wait.

Oh my God.

I can feel you, and you can feel me.

- And I can pee. - And you can pee.

Which has to mean…

No idea.

How did I end up in my bed this morning? Okay, did I die and then morph home?

- How did you get home? - Dunno.

All I know is that one minute we were high on life, walking home from the party,

and the next I was spooning a jar of Nutella.

Watch where you're going!

That asshole!

Can see me!

So you can see me, and that guy can see me,

so how can I be dead, walking and talking, and still getting yelled at by idiots?

- It's confounding. - And overwhelming.

- Dying is really traumatic. - Yeah. It is.

My brain hurts.

Mochaccino time.

They know.

I'm gonna walk through it.

Oh.

- Do I have to be invited in? - You're not a vampire. Pull, don't push.

Don't just say you don't notice, Terrine.

It's like 30 degrees in here, and my nips are on full display. What?

What?

What… do… you… want?

- Two mochaccinos. - One without whip.

- Did you get that? - Yeah, I got it.

Two mochaccinos, and can someone turn down the air?

That'll be $9.85.

- How much do you have? - I didn't bring my purse.

We have no money. Shit. I still have two bodies,

and one of them is dead, so I need my frickin' mochaccino now!

- Register down. The system crashed. - What?

Until it's resolved, drinks are free.

- Oh my gosh. - All right, next.

No. All the drinks are free.

- I think I just did that. - I think you did.

I didn't want whip!

Dick.

- So what else can you do? - Not sure.

But my grandma used to say that my grandpa would sometimes cross over through the TV

and another small appliance in the bedroom.

- Vibrator. - Vibrators have batteries.

Not the old-fashioned kind. But, right, ghosts communicate through electricity.

And maybe sometimes control it, which is how I took down the machine.

What? Is it me? Do I look freaky?

Uh, can you watch my computer while I go to the bathroom?

Thanks.

Did I do that?

Turn it off! Turn it off!

Man, that was crazy.

And impressive.

- Hey, put on a better song. - Okay.

It's working!

What the hell are you doing?

- Do you need another sweater? - No, I'm good.

Well, from everything we've gathered,

we know, A, your dad needs to upgrade his technology,

because, unlike you, DVDs are not coming back to life, and B...

There's nothing to work with. How am I to know what to do

if every movie, TV show, and website makes up their own rules about ghosts?

What are the facts? What are the hard cold facts...

Hey. Settle. Breathe.

If you can.

I know you're stressed and anxious for concrete answers,

but we do have something to work with.

There are a few common denominators, like ghosts can lower the temperature.

And mess with electricity.

- Blow out candles. - Be sensed by animals.

And sometimes give sexy massages on pottery wheels.

- That wasn't a common denominator. - It was incredibly informative.

True. That scene was filled with highly analytical paranormal data.

Maybe we should rewatch it.

Yes. I can't believe I'm dead.

Well, that's what happens when you get wasted.

Blackouts are real. Which is why you need to stay hydrated when you drink,

and make sure you get home with your panties on and in one piece.

No. You know what? I don't need to hear about my daughter's missing panties.

- Did you come in for a reason? - We're taking Oliver to his game.

And the liquor cabinet is unlocked, so help yourself to some hair of the dog.

Looks like you need it.

- And I'm the line-crosser? - Come on.

- Wifey. - Mm-mm.

Fine, be like that.

But does your cold heart really need such a cold house?

I mean, it's not even summer yet. It's like we're living inside a glacier.

- So weird. - So weird.

They're acting so normal. You'd think people who birthed me would know I'm dead.

One would think.

- Know what I need to know? - Why you're dead and still in human form?

Yes. And why do I still have to pee?

- Isn't it odd that I can pee? - I dunno.

If a ghost in Ghostbusters can give a BJ, then it makes sense for you to pee.

- Why? Why bother? - Because it's gross.

And if you can still touch me, then you need to be ghost pee-free.

Hey. I'm sorry. You can still touch me with your ghost pee.

- How long? - For as long as you shall pee.

No.

How long do I have left?

I'm in this weird limbo, but for how long?

And, aside from the night I died,

I really blew it lifewise.

And what I wouldn't give for a do-over.

To give myself a chance to really let myself live.

Erika, you lived. You lived.

It was quietly with your inside voice, but it was still a life.

No, it wasn't.

It was meaningless and uneventful.

It was like a bad memory. Or worse, no memory at all.

And now I'm stuck in this weird in-between

because I was probably too hungover to walk towards the light.

- I need a nap. - Great! Big spoon or little spoon?

No. I wanna be alone.

Sorry.

I'll call you later.

If I can.

It's not just pee.

All my fluids are oozing from multiple holes.

So you barely made it through last night too?

Hi!

Yeah, just barely.

Well, get better soon, because I'm having a hangover hang.

We're gonna have pizza, beer, hot tubbing.

Wow! Party on a Sunday. That sounds fun and all, but I...

- Yes! - Gah!

- Are you okay? - Gimme one sec.

What are you doing?

I was worried you might cross over. I didn't want you to go alone.

Do you remember that time you packed extra backup pants...

I do, yeah, but you are still on the call.

Hi! So is it cool if I bring Gia?

Bring her.

Okay.

And I will see you in the hot tub.

Actually,

hold on. Sorry.

- Can I go into a hot tub? - I don't know. Research was inconclusive.

At least I can't get pregnant.

Oh, wait. Can I? Are ghost babies a thing?

- Uh, ghost babies? - Oh!

Sorry. I thought you were muted.

And there I go, ruining my surprise. Surprise!

Ghost babies are a drink that I make.

It's like the Ambassador, but with dry ice.

- Do you have dry ice? - Uh… you know, I don't.

But I will by the time I see you next, which should be soon.

I hope. Um…

Looking forward to drinking your ghost baby.

Me too!

I can't actually have a ghost baby, right?

Does it matter? We're going to two parties in a row!

Wait. We have to figure out what's going on with me.

Maybe I'm on borrowed time.

Or, think of it this way,

you're making the most out of the little bit of life you have left.

UYDDYGLL.

Okay, yes!

Let's go!

Bye, dead body!

The only face that's getting eaten tonight is Jake C's.

I don't know. You really think this hot sauce is gonna deter the critters

from this amazing feast?

Animals don't have sophisticated palates.

- Once the fire hits, they'll quit. - What if you taste good?

'Cause we don't have enough to cover all of it. I mean... I mean "her." Sorry.

How should I ascend? With my face or my ass?

- Ooh. That is a toss-up. - Well, I was born with this face…

Which is gorgeous.

…but this ass took work. Lose the face.

- All right, let's live! - Hold up. It's not even eight.

- Good point. We show up at nine. - Which means 10:30.

But he said that they're starting early, so ten?

Ten.

So what do you want to do for the next two hours?

Uh, we get to the bottom of whatever the hell is going on.

What's the point? It's not gonna explain

why I'm walking, talking, and peeing in bushes.

If what I am is a ghost,

I got screwed because there's zero perks in this situation.

True. You can't even walk through walls.

Or become invisible to peep on Jake C.

Yeah. I'm human adjacent with rando temp control and Wi-Fi wavering.

What a waste.

- Was that you or Jake C? - Hmm?

Neither. It's the senior text chain. I need to turn off the notifications.

Hold up. There's a post about a spirit sighting.

Wait, what? Somebody knows about me?

You can see it, right?

I can kinda see it.

Where?

I think those are his eyes,

and I'm pretty sure that's, like, his weak chin.

Totally. I see it. I think. So you guys know a lot about spirits?

I wouldn't say we know it all, but He's always teaching and showing Himself

in ways we never thought possible.

The pizza guy?

This manifestation is a learning if we're open to the lesson.

- I'm open. - I'm open.

I'm open.

Are you following? I'm totally confused.

Who are they seeing, and what are they learning?

Check your twelve o'clock.

Checked. I think his name's Brett.

Brad. Remember? He did all that magic in freshman homeroom.

- Oh, like with the cards? - Yeah, but the spooky-ooky shit too.

Oh, snap. I think this is the Afterlifer's club.

Yep. These kids know all about the occult. I bet they have answers.

Maybe they can tell me why I still pee. And I have to. Again.

Wait. Let's take a pic. Come on.

Isn't it a little soon?

- For what? - To be two feet in with Sporty?

Her name's Erika. And no, it's not too soon.

High school's almost over, and I've wasted enough time as it is.

- It's time to YOLO and go. - YOLO? Bro, no.

Don't you want our last few weeks

to be drama-free?

Okay, this isn't drama. Riley's drama.

Dude. You're about to be on a two-on-one.

- What? - That's when the nutjobs go head-to-head.

- Wait. You don't watch The Bachelor? - No.

And this isn't a two-on-one sitch, because Riley and I are done.

But are you? Really?

You are still in your 48-hour window of fake break.

- I'm not the only one that sees it. right? - Guys, I like Erika.

Cool, man. Cool.

Feeling good for you.

- Me too. - Thanks, guys.

Appreciate the support.

Just what girls do for each other.

Like, they might be all competing to sit on the same dude's jock,

but when shit really hits the fan, they're there for each other.

- Are you still talking about The Bachelor? - Yep.

Look, Jake. I really hope someday we can be friends again.

- Come on. Now you're drama. - Riley is besties with Lea.

If you break up with Riley, I can't be friends with you.

- That's just bullshit. - It's not.

And Jake W's my best friend, so, if I can't roll, neither can he.

- Sorry, dude. - And Archer's weak.

He'll do whatever we tell him.

Yeah, uh, also happy to slide into your sloppy seconds.

- Hey, Jake. - Yeah.

So, from what you know,

if you die and you don't go directly to heaven, what are your other options?

- Hell. - Besides hell.

- Yeah. Like what else? - Hell.

Just hell.

Okay. Um…

What if you die, but your body is still living and breathing and eating pizza?

Oh. You mean demons.

- I think it's called purgatory. - Purgatory! What about purgatory?

That's just a road to hell.

Only Catholics believe in that, and, well… You know Catholics.

Okay, so then how do you explain ghosts?

- They don't exist. - Dyl…

Not true. There's one. The Holy Ghost.

Can a person become the Holy Ghost?

Jesus.

- I'm not talking about Jesus. - No, you're eating him!

Huh.

It's okay.

It was just his beard.

- I think. - We've let him down. Let us pray.

You're not gonna find the answers you're looking for here.

Why?

They don't have answers. They only have faith.

If you really want answers, you want my crew.

The Afterlifers.

- This isn't the Afterlifers? - No. Newlifers. AKA Prayer Warriors.

AKA Christ Comrades.

I only come for the snacks. We don't do snacks.

Too many dietary restrictions.

- So, how do I meet up with your crew... - Sure you want to?

'Cause what we do is no joke.

And if you're not careful, you may enter some crazy, dark shit.

Crazier than Jesus Crust?

I'm not being funny!

This is serious!

There are demons lying in wait

to take over your body and eat your soul

if you're not totally freakin' careful!

- Okay. - Message received.

You'll need the bones of a mourning dove and a packet of hemlock.

Or Capri Suns.

Get the variety pack.

Let's go!

Lea,

your thing.

Oh, right.

I'm, uh, gonna be right back.

Uh-uh. Stay.

Wooh. So cold.

It's 108 degrees in here.

Listen.

- I didn't know you were gonna be here. - It's my house.

I know, but…

You know.

Look, I can leave if you want. It's no big deal.

You know what? Uh, that would be great, actually.

Thank you. Yeah.

Riley, I could take you home.

Okay. Thanks.

Jake.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You're not.

And I'm not gonna leave until I know you're okay.

So,

tell me what's going on.

I… I can't tell you.

Jake, I'm serious. You don't have to protect me.

I'm relieved we're not together anymore.

I was tired of the drama.

Really?

Weren't you?

So tell me. What's up?

Okay.

Well, I invited Erika over, and she hasn't shown up yet.

All phones are off, right?

Sorry. My mom.

This isn't gonna work unless you respect the process.

Phones screw with the monitor, along with moms.

It's not our cells. Mercury's in retrograde.

FFS. Mercury's always in retrograde.

I've been setting an intention to have a ghost sighting for three weeks.

- Ghosts are here. I know it. - Uh, duh. It's a frickin' cemetery.

- Bitch. - No, enough.

Maybe if you'd shut up a little, I can get back in flow and communicate with some.

I can't sense any goddamn spirits unless I'm trancing,

and I can't trance unless you stop being assholes.

- What do you want? - Uh, info on the undead.

Psychic vampire, right? You sure?

'Cause I feel like you're sucking my energy right now,

and I didn't give you my consent.

That's because I'm dead.

So what are you all exactly?

Um, excuse me? What are we?

Sorry. How do you work with the dead?

Nice reframe.

Well, Brad's an aspiring ceremonial magician,

currently practicing low magic.

Along with getting high.

And Gavin's a medium working through a spirit block.

Because everyone's always harshing my flow.

Right. And, uh, Raven… …is a star witch,

which is basically a glorified astrologist and something you can learn out of a book.

Dude, you serious? All you can do is hide a stupid quarter in my ear.

You couldn't manifest a hand job with yourself.

All right, you witch bitch, I fucking hex you.

- I bind you, Brad. - Okay. Whoa!

- I hex you! - Bind!

Hey, come on, guys. You know the rules.

No hexing, no cursing, and no poxing.

And no doves, Brad.

It was literally one dove out of, what, 600?

We don't do offensive magic.

So I have been recently on what I would call a, um…

- A spiritual journey. - Exactly.

I have been on a spiritual journey, and I've seen some stuff

that one might call a ghost.

So I was just wondering your expert opinion on the rules.

Who wants to take it?

- Obviously you, you broomstick narcissist. - Enough. Stop.

Sometimes spirits can be seen and heard by the living

until their dead bodies are put to rest.

Interesting.

Uh, could a ghost still be seen in their normal body in this phase?

You mean like an embodied ghost?

Sure. What would make a ghost embodied?

Brad, you wanna explain?

I totally boned a super hot ghost.

Look, I didn't know she was a ghost until she disappeared after the boning.

Up until that point, she was just a flicker of lights.

I think she was once a girl who lived in my house

who died before she lost her virginity.

So her unfinished business was to bone.

To clarify. She needed her body to finish her business.

So he says. His house was built in 2011.

- I think it was his cousin. - Do you really want another hex?

Before you do, one more quickie.

So having an embodied body is about unfinished business?

Always.

Ghosts are ghosts because they always have unfinished business in their mortal life.

Like what?

Like something very personal

which may be considered unimportant and lame to others.

And how do you know about all this?

'Cause it's what we do.

- Ghosts are what we do. - We're paranormal experts.

Oh.

Oh, I'm getting a crazy strong vibe right now.

Yeah, I'm feeling it.

There's something.

Oh!

It's okay.

- I bind. - Get it out.

- Mm-mm. - Get it out.

- They don't know anything. - We don't know anything.

I think that unfinished business stuff makes sense.

Really? My whole life is unfinished business.

What exactly is the one specific thing keeping me here?

What do I need my body to finish?

I haven't ever started anything.

Shit. It's almost midnight. We're so late.

No, it's a kickback. It goes late.

There's still time to finish what we started.

Wait. What did you just say?

- There's still time to... - To finish what we started!

Can I get your number, so we can finish what we started?

I do have unfinished business. Like Brad's girlfriend ghost.

It is not what I have left to do. It is who!

I have to kiss Jake C.

And the time is now. We gotta go!

Well,

maybe she had an accident.

Doubtful.

Or maybe she's dead.

Nah. She ghosted me.

I'm sorry.

You deserve someone who'll show up for you.

Sorry she ruined your night.

I appreciate that, but, you know, my night wasn't completely ruined.

You know, in some weird way,

this conversation was the most connected to you I've ever felt.

It's almost a shame things are over.

Yeah, what a bummer it's too late.

- Yeah. - Well.

Good night, friend.