Getting something from a loved one was always a nice feeling, but this marked something he didn't think he would end up getting.

Ghostly had just finished up reading a note that came with the package from his grandmother, it was sweet of her to send him somethings in the mail but really, the note didn't mention what it was. Or what they were. Only saying how she was giving them back to him in case he wanted to give them to kids there, just to do whatever he wanted with them. So, now, he was wondering what 'they' were. He hadn't thought about anything from his childhood before.

He took out a pocket knife and removed the tape of the box before opening it up. Many paper laid before him and he guessed they were covering up things, so he removed them. One by one until whatever was laying beneath them could be seen, and it only took about three minutes or so before Ghostly became really annoyed about how much paper was laying in the box.

Two minutes after and he could finally see what his grandmother sent him. His breath caught when he saw what was in there. Slowly, picking up the first item, he was amazed to see the old toy car he would always play with along with the truck, and action figure. All the memories of when his grandmother took him to the store to buy toys came rushing back to him. It was always the same thing. Trucks, cars, action figures, and other things.

But it always ended on action figures to sit in the car or truck he had. Then, he would set up a little track and have them race. They never got far since his parents always came back and ended the race, saying how he shouldn't race them. Let them do whatever they want, and they always said it with a playful tone, and he always bought it.

Like a dumb kid thinking their parents were always right in the end.

But mainly, he could only see the memory of when he learned his grandmother watched racing without anyone catching her was the one he loved. Giving a light chuckle, he began reliving the whole moment over and over again. It was calming.

-Flashback-

A four-year old Ghostly was playing with his toy car along with a much older woman, who was sitting in a rocking chair. Ghostly would glance at her every few seconds, but the women's gaze was focused on the TV in front of her. The old woman held a smile that could make anyone happy, and she was more than happy to keep an eye on the boy.

His toy rolled back and further as he made car sounds, knowing his grandmother wouldn't mind since it brighten her heart to hear him. When he stopped, he gazed at the TV and saw real life cars going around in track, going faster and faster.

"What doing?" Ghostly asked in a whisper.

"I'm watching a race, dear." Ruby answered calmly, "I thought I might watch the lastest one, just so I'm all caught up."

Ghostly didn't say anything else, his brown hair hung over his eyes a little so he brushed them away to watch the show. In a moment, he had forgotten about his toy car and moved a little so he was sitting in front of his grandmother, holding the car while watching it with her.

"Do me a favor, Ralph, don't tell your parents about this, alright? It's our little secret," Ruby's words had made him gaze up at his grandmother.

"Why?" He asked innocently. "And My name isn't Ralph!"

Ruby chuckled. "Well, your daddy might not like me watching some racing, a sticker to rules of the town might I add. He's got to learn many watch this! It's apart of people's lives, he can't take that away from him. I like calling you by your middle name." She added on.

"Okay, grandma!" Ghostly beamed before looking back at the TV.

"I think I might've gotten someone else in racing," Ruby smiled, before patting her grandson's head. "Ah, just like everyone else."

-Flashback end-

Opening his eyes, Ghostly gave a small smile before placing the toys down before grabbing the box and heading up to his room. Putting the box in his closet before heading back downstairs and grabbing his house keys.

Heading over to his dayjob of some sort, he was met with Gabby speaking to himself about being a blacksmith instead of a Junkyard person, and wishing how he wanted to be the blacksmith again, then he mentioned something about flying in the sky.

Ghostly shook his head before tapping him on the shoulder. "Gabby? I'm here."

"Gosh darn it!" Gabby cursed. "Ya scared Gabby!"

"Sorry."

"Ah, it's fine! Gabby went through worse when in the sky!" Gabby laughed before moving away from him. "Ah, why ya here again?"

Ghostly rolled his eyes. "You wanted me to help you move somethings and help you see if you could get anything up and running again."

Gabby blinked before remembering. "Ah! Oh yea! Gabby forgets a little. Follow!" With a shake of his head, Ghostly started to follow his friend.

"If you don't want any help, I can go..."

"No!"

"You don't want to be alone?"

"Yer the closet thang, Gabby's got to a son!"

"Hold up, what?"

"Gabby don't repeat himself."

"I'm like a son to you? When did that happen, Gabby?"

Gabby held his breath. "Since after a while you began helping Ol'Gabby."

"Flattered," Ghostly smiled. "Really."

With that said, Gabby went back to telling him what needed to be done, and what he needed help with. In all fairness, helping him wasn't bad at all. Yeah, he would forget somethings, but really, Ghostly didn't mind at all.

He liked listening to how Gabby would ramble off about stories, and even when he would forget what he was saying, he would just go and worked while he walked with him.

Alright, so he would admit it could be annoying, but it was a part of Gabby.

Can't take that away.