Awake, ten years later! Stan was trying to catch his breath, as the events of that day still haunted him, among other ones. He looked around. On his right there was a cupboard, full of books and, all related to psychology. There were also DVD's, all horror-films. On his left was his desk, upon which there was enough folders and papers to suggest he still had some work to do. He himself was sitting on a couch, while he slowly relised he was in his own small apartment, and no more in Bailey Downs. In front of him, there was the TV. He was watching a French movie, with English subtitles, called 'Belphégor'.
"The only way the creature can be helped, is when somebody tells him his name." the woman on the screen said just as he looked at the screen.
Stan turned down the DVD-player and the TV, and mumbled: "French answer to 'The Mummy' my ass."
Stan rubbed his eyes. Clearly, it wasn't easy for him to sit through the entire movie, and staying awake at the same time.
In front of him, between him and the TV, there was a small table. There was an empty pizza box, and some empty beer bottles. Other than that, there was a page from an old newspaper. It were the obituaries. Why would this page in particular have caught his interest? One name on it would answer that question: Ginger Fitzgerald!
"You gonna keep mourning for me, or what?" a young girl's voice said.
Stan looked to his left. He saw Ginger, exactly the way he remembered her, when she was eleven. She was sitting right next to him on the couch.
"Easy for you to say!" Stan moaned, "You're dead! You have absolutely no problem with your emotions!"
"Maybe." Ginger agreed, "But just maybe, you shouldn't have left Bailey Downs!"
"You think I wanted to leave?!" Stan tried to convince her, "Change school, maybe! But leaving town? That summer we had spend was the best summer of my entire life, and you know that! When my parents decide something…
"...I'm not allowed to disagree!" Ginger finished the sentence for him.
"That's right!" Stan did nothing to deny that.
"Well you don't live with your parents anymore. Do you?" Ginger reasonned.
Stan didn't know what to say, which Ginger took to her advantage: "Why won't you see my sister?"
"Don't you think that'll be a little... you know... weird? After about ten years of abscence?" Stan seemed reluctant.
"Listen, Stan!" Ginger sounded angry, "You're doing psychology! Right? You're supposed to be helping people, solving their problems. But you're starting to turn into a patient of your own. Do you think I wanna be a figment of your imagination forever? What does your course say about postponing?"
Stan thought about that question, and answered: "It doesn't make the problem go away."
"...Well?" Ginger wondered wether he had made up his mind allready.