Nocturne Summit this little piggy went to the liquor store

a fog takes hold of him making movements slow and mind slower. her first words are heard but not processed, a vision of white briefly taking his focus as the tension abruptly releases in his muscles. then comes the ecstasy as his body turns weightless, all thoughts of fear or concern suddenly no longer important.

"am i?" he wonders at her question, the cool touch of death not being what he'd thought. if he was a ghost, he certainly was a peaceful one. "are you..." he pauses, a wave of dizziness washing over him as her pale form emitted the smallest breath of smoke from her eyes. "are you a ghost?" he asks, curious if she had died along with him, or if he was simply haunting her until he moved on to whatever was waiting for him on the other side.