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Sage?

Wyvern sighed heavily as he looked at the ghost in front of him. He had been dead longer than he was able to remember. He had no idea why those on the other side of LIMBO had started to think of him as guide for those poor souls who didn't take to the afterlife as well as they may have. He had no idea what he was going to do with this current lost soul currently staring at him like the proverbial rabbit in the headlights.

"Mr Hopkirk."

"Yeah, hiya." The dark-haired spectre raised his eyes, reminding Wyvern of a young boy sent to the headmaster's office. "You are?"

"Your Guide." Wyvern stated. "You can call me Wyvern."

"Guide?"

"Yes, Mr Hopkirk." He frowned, wondering what there was to questions. "You are dead. You, for some reason which I do not know decided that crossing over was not good enough for you. You decided to stay here. With Mr Randall as your 'chosen one'."

Marty fell silent for a moment.

"Dead?"

"Yes, Mr Hopkirk. You are dead."

"But."

"You are a ghost. Only Mr Randall can see and hear you. You can only communicate with him. No one else on the Earth will know you are there."

"Jeanie?"

"No."

"My parents?"

"No."

"The Taxman?"

"MR HOPKIRK! ONLY JEFFERY RANDALL WILL KNOW YOU ARE STILL IN EXISTANCE! UNTIL SUCH A TIME AS HE PASSESS OVER INTO THE IMMORTAL RELM. YOU CAN ONLY. AND I MEAN ONLY COMMUNICATE WITH HIM."

"Oh, ok. No need to shout." Marty vanished as Wyvern threw his hands up in the air. He had a feeling the dead private detective was going to be trouble.