If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.

Is that how this usually works? ...what kind of message?

Where the hell am I...?

...you do this a lot, huh. I don't have a message, I just...wanna get back to my parents. Can you do that?

This isn't my house. This isn't my family, I don't know these people. At least one of them can see me.

Dan and Diana Goodman? And my sister, Natalie—no, she went off to college, didn't she...I tried to make her stay, but I couldn't. I tried to make them all stay.

How much of my mother has my mother left in me? How much of my love will be insane to some degree?

How's that fair? That they get to 'keep going' and I don't?

The one thing you're terrified of? What...ghosts?

Gruesome?

Oh. Huh. People usually look like how they died, I guess? That makes sense. Bummer, though.

...wait, does that mean there are other ghosts here? Shit.

Ha. I like you. You're funny.

Hey, you can talk to ghosts, that's something. You're the first person who's been able to see me besides my parents, and that took years.

Yeah. I could touch 'em, too. Move things. I bet I could still move things if I tried really hard.

Could you? That'd be cool. I don't know why they could see me. It's not like they could see other dead people or anything, at least I don't think they could. Just me.

Manifested? What does that mean, exactly?

So...it'd be like it was with my parents? People could see me, I could touch things? ...does it hurt?

I'd like to try it. This is gonna sound so stupid, but I—really just want to hug somebody. So damn bad.

You don't? Oh—um, okay. Weird blue glow, got it.