perceive âBastian in the space in front of her. He could imagine the same sad smile on the old manâs face. Rainâs smileâall sixteen varieties by Charlieâs countâhad skipped Irisâ generation, but everyone who knew them agreed Rain had inherited hers from her grandfather. Try as he might, though, Charlie just couldnât see the ghost, let alone read his expression. Giving up, he said, âHeâs here, right?â
âYep. Right in front of me.â Her eyes never left her Papa âBastian.
âOkay, great,â Charlie said. âSo now what?â
That stumped all three of them. The ghost was in the house. Now what?
Rain raised a questioning eyebrow at âBastian. Dead or alive, he was still the only adult in the room.
He shook his head. âDonât look at me. Youâre the Searcher, kiddo.â
Rain growled under her breath but ultimately nodded. She said, âFine. Letâs review what we know. See if we can figure out how this works and what we should do next.â
âSounds good,â Charlie said, simultaneously with âBastianâs âMakes sense.â
âI never saw any ghosts during the day,â Rain continued. âYou, your bomber crewânone of you ever showed up until after sundown or later, and you always disappeared at sunrise.â
âThatâs right,ââBastian said. âHonestly, Iâm not even sure I exist during the day. I have no memory of anything in between sunrise and sunset.â
âWhatâs he saying?â Charlie asked.
Rain held him off with a slight wave while speaking to âBastian. âI thought you slept in the zemi during the day?â
âItâs more like Iâm stored in there. It doesnât feel like sleep. And if Iâve had any dreams, I sure donât remember them.â
âMaybe ghosts donât dream.â
âYou got me. Thereâs no ownerâs manual for being dead. Although Iâm not sure why Iâm surprised. Thereâs no ownerâs manual for being alive, either.â
âRain,â Charlie grumbled. It had only been two days, and already he was way tired of constantly being left out of her spirit-talk.
âSorry, sorry. Heâs been saying he doesnât have any memories of the daytime. Not even dreams. And he doesnât know how being a ghost works.â
âSo try some stuff,â Charlie suggested. âCan he walk through walls?â
Rain looked at âBastian, who nodded. âWell, I did some of this yesterday, but I guess a little experimentation couldnât hurt.â
He crossed to her door and hesitated. âI feel a little silly.â Then, out of habit, he took a deep airless breath and stuck his head through the door.
Rain narrated: âHe just stuck his head through the door. Now heâs walking all the way through it. I canât see him. Now heâs back.â She turned to âBastian. âHowâd that feel? Does it hurt? Is it weird?â
âDoesnât hurt. Itâs a little weird. Itâs like ⦠Itâs like ⦠humidity. You know when you walk outside on the stickiest day of the yearâ¦â
âAnd you feel like youâre walking into a wall of yuck,â she said, nodding again.
âSomething like that.â
âOkay,â Charlie said, mostly to prove he was getting the gist of things. âSo the wooden door feels like a wall of yuck. What does a wall feel like?â
âBastian shrugged and crossed to the outer wall of Rainâs room, beside the window looking out on Goodfellow Lane. Rain watched him, and Charlie used the movement of her head to follow the action.
âBastian felt a little like a trained seal, doing tricks on command. On the other hand, I probably should learn my limits . He stuck his head and upper body through the wall. Hanging out over the second story, he felt a
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