I thought my life would be so much better. I thought I was complete-and that most of my 'juvenile disorder' days were over. Maybe, I thought-maybe I could just live somewhat normally.
Looking over the fact I could see, touch, hear and speak to ghosts.
Before, when I went on my 'ghost-busting' rampages, I was pretty much all on my own. And my adversaries weren't too pleasant. And not all of them were ghosts either.
But Paul Slater was fine now. His obsession with me had faded-he had someone else's pants to be busy getting into. And he seemed to have removed himself from what I liked to think of as the 'dark' side. He was pretty neutral now. He just tried to forget his abilities, and left well alone.
Which suited me just fine. Because now, not only was I one opponent down, but an ally up. Since Jesse had been restored to his human body, he'd been joining me in my aid of those who couldn't quite make that leap to the next plane. I used to hate my job-my 'gift' was a curse.
Until now.
Or at least-it's brilliant for me. But…for Jesse…
Yeah. I'm not so sure.