“Ah, I’m dead but still here” he held a finger up, as if to make his point “He’s dead and bones now. Might as well, he was overrated” he grabbed her hand and pulled her over to a couch, he was tired of standing, it was boring now. His mind flipped stations pretty quick, and he hopped up on the couch and crossed his legs “I named him Fredrick, the dog. He’s huge, and black, with big red eyes. Seems sort of temperamental. I tried to explain that he could stay with me, but poof, right into nowhere again! Things here seem so skiddish, have you noticed?”