Blackfeather Woods champagne, cocaine, gasoline

She heard very little of what he was slurring, but she caught one thing -- ghosts. Of course there were ghosts. She was practically part of the ghostly world, after all, with one paw in this world and one paw in the other. But rather than saying that, she said: "I know. I'm a ghost." She just stared at him with her white eyes and waited for his reaction. He was pretty out of it, anyway, so she wasn't sure whether he'd remember any of this. He didn't look like he would. Maybe he'd had too much poison. It wasn't a too uncommon sight around these parts.