The Ghost was alone. So utterly alone he might as well be dead. But he wasn't. His time spend outside of the Teekon, having joined a band of misfits, had strengthened him up enough to begin his journey back home. The problem was that he did not know where it was anymore. Not here, of that much was he sure. The dark woods was a protecting place for the small ghost though, and thus he stayed until his intuition told him where to go. The stump of tongue left in his mouth wriggled nervously as he paced back and forth, scarred form perhaps entrancing enough for a stranger to stop by. He made enough noise just doing what he did, despite appearing like an apparition.
His heart sank more and more as the Golden Ghost thought he would be stuck here forever in his own world. The woods were far too big. Far too big for him. He panicked.
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