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Andrew woke up at the sound of Darren’s wail; it was something he had accustomed himself to over the years. Mei would probably be trying to comfort him this very moment. He stood up, as much as one can when they don’t have legs, and started to hover around the room. “It’s so bright outside” he mumbled and yawned before letting his body seep through the old wooden planks.

The feeling of passing through objects was definitely strange. As if something was touching your whole body.
At the beginning he couldn’t really get used to it, but now it was as natural as flying.

He ended up downstairs in the living-room, just outside of the parlor.
“What happened? And good morning by the way” he said and smiled while looking at the two ghosts.
He looked around the room and saw the shattered porcelain. “Wow, you didn’t fight did you?”
Andrew gently hovered over to the piano.
Losing a loved one was never easy, even when you have already died.