Sebastian hadn't wandered very far without a car. But he'd got away from his Aunt.
Honestly, he wasn't quite sure what to make of himself. He felt practically ill. No energy and so out of it.
"Where am I?" He asked them down at the pub. It seemed to be the only possible place to go in the village. Everything else was shut up or dead. Naturally, he couldn't get his cell to work here. He would have called Anita by now, but he just hadn't managed to.
Of course, when the old man at the bar offered him a whiskey, he wouldn't take it. Instead he wolfed down a bowl of fish stew and sour dough bread. Finally, he finished it off with some ale. He was starving and still couldn't make sense what the old-timer was talking about.
"You came down the mountain, didn't you, boy?" He just smiled.
"What mountain?" Sebastian wasn't sure what he meant. Was it a mountain where his Aunt lived? It felt as if the landscape had moved slightly with him as he went away from her cottage on the outskirts of the village. He then mentioned his Aunt's name.
"Oh, she's been dead for years now." The fellow rubbed his silver beard.
"Dead?" Sebastian squinted hard. "No, she can't be. I just-" Sebastian heard the heavy door open and saw it was Anita with Soren and Rupert.
He was in shock and so happy to see them. He went and hugged Anita right away, lifting her off the ground.
"How did you find me?" He was all smiles.
"Dunno exactly, I just knew where you'd be." She looked him over then. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I guess." He wasn't sure he wanted to admit he'd slept with a ghost.
if we could all get along
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