Chad kept to his word and carried a brand new Dell laptop, still inside the box, into the kitchen and set it on the counter. He decided if he was going to teach grandpa how to use the computer, he needed some caffeine in his system, first; the ghosts couldn't sleep per say, but caffeine still affected them. Chad grabbed the coffee from the pantry and began making himself a strong cup when Tate walked in. "Ah, good morning, padawan," Chad chuckled at himself.

Tate cocked his eyebrow as he took a seat at the counter. "What?"

Chad rolled his eyes. "Okay, I know you died young and all that, but Star Wars came out in the 1970s… You should get my references." Chad turned his back to Tate while he prepared his coffee.

"You watched Star Wars?" Tate asked.

Chad stopped what he was doing, began staring at the cabinet in front of him. "Oh, so just because I happen to be gay means I can't watch Star Wars?" Chad was mostly teasing Tate; he really didn't care what old man thought of him. He was what he was, and now that he was dead, he was going to be that way for even longer than he initially planned.

Tate looked up at him. "I didn't really mean it that way."

Chad started laughing. "I'm only messing with you. I was a young child when it came out, plus… Han Solo was gorgeous," Chad said, as he fanned himself with only fantasizing. He quickly looked at Tate's expression which was rather emotionless. He shook his head, grabbed his coffee, and sat next to Tate. "Anyway… Let's get started on your lesson for the day, shall we?" Tate nodded as he stared at the computer box. "First off, this is a computer. Say it with me, 'com-pu-ter.'" Tate glared at Chad while Chad chuckled; just because he was being civil with Tate didn't mean he couldn't have fun and tease him, as well.

"I know what a computer is, just last time I saw one… they took up an entire table," Tate replied. Okay, so maybe that was a tad over dramatic, but close enough.

After teaching Tate the basics of using the laptop, Chad pulled up the internet. "Let's see… first we need to make you an email address," Chad muttered to himself. Tate stared at him as though he was speaking a foreign language. Chad sighed. "It's… just watch what I do and you'll understand." Chad pulled up Yahoo! on the screen. He began filling out all the information until he got to the ID part. "What do you want your screen name to be?"

Tate stared baffled at him; what was he saying? "Tate Langdon?"

Chad dropped his head. "No, a screen name is… You can't use your real name, or at least they advise you not to. It's the internet… you never know if you're talking to a mass murdering ghost or something," Chad mumbled, glancing up at Tate without moving his head. Tate did the sarcastic laugh in response. "Like my screen name is fabulosityneverdies," Chad said with a smile.

Tate took turns staring at the computer screen and Chad. "I don't know."

Chad sighed. "What do you like, you know, aside from killing people and sticking fire pokers up their asses?" Tate glared at him. "I mean, music wise or books, or anything?"

Tate thought about it for a moment. "I like Kurt Cobain and birds." Tate laughed at his answer, it sounded stupid to him.

Chad nodded once. "How about tatecobainsflight?"

Tate stared at nothing as he thought about it. "I thought you said not to use my real name?"

Chad agreed. "Your full name is not a good idea, especially since yours has a past with it." Tate looked at him puzzled. "Ugh, I forgot… hang on." Chad opened another tab and pulled up the website with the Westfield Massacre. He pushed the laptop over in front of Tate and let him read the article. Chad watched his facial expression change to sad. "You don't remember doing all this, do you?"

Tate shook his head, his eyes still fixated on the screen. "No. I remember the police storming into my room and shooting me seventeen times—I counted how many bullets I found later. I don't remember much about that day; I remember being very mad at life, and at some point I took a razor to my wrists." He shrugged it off. "I guess that's why I don't remember anything before and I remember the police clear as day." He caught Chad's glance. "Let's go with that name you said before. Tatecobainsflight. I like it." Chad nodded, not sure what to say. He finished showing Tate how to use Tumblr before leaving him to his own devices.