Oh, hello.

​

You’re older than I expected.

Quite attractive too, in that

blood-still-pumping-through-your-

veins sort of way.

 

All a distant memory to me, I’m

afraid, now that I’m back here

with rat-tailed hair and a

white paper suit. Designer, of

course, there’s no need to let

standards slip just because 

you’re dead.

 

Although technically, I’m a

real-life living ghost, who’s

actually back here living.

And why? Well, to train that boy

Apprentice (if he ever makes it)

and his best friend, gorge-his-

backside-off, Rawsy. Don’t tell

Rawsy I said that, will you, as

I’ve never been good at ducking

flying, fat fists.

 

And don’t worry about the

restraining buckles dangling

from my suit, it’s a long story.

Well, not that long if you

get started now...