she knows im alone- just ghost things

[michael t.]

ALL I FOUND THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SPACES
STANDING IN THE NOTHING, AND TIME RECLAIMS YOU

The spirit. Michael hadn't thought much about them, ever since the initial encounter where they had made themselves known. Obviously he didn't have much reason to think about them, considering he didn't know who they had once been, and he had a few things popping up in his life recently that had made caring... difficult. He obviously cared about his family and the rest of The Typhoon, but when he could hardly make his way out of bed most days, he didn't let thoughts of strangers linger on his mind.

Much like the rest of those that had already gathered near the captain's former home, Michael didn't exactly make a habit of going near the building. It only brought up bad memories for him, and nowadays, also made him think about when Goldie had her entire mind intact, along with all of her memories. While the dealer was happy to get to know Goldie again, he couldn't deny that he missed the days where his niece had known everything she was meant to. He still looked up to her greatly - perhaps even more so, considering how strong she still was, even after losing her memories - but it wasn't quite the same. He didn't want to be reminded of that past over and over again, so he avoided Goldie's old home like the plague, instead preferring to just stay around the golden tigress herself.

However, it seemed as though he couldn't just avoid the old house entirely this time. He had just been passing by when he noticed the crowd slowly gathering on the porch, a frown tugging at the corners of his muzzle. Even Goldie was there, a fact that immediately set the dealer on edge considering what had happened the last time she was there. With quick and short steps, Michael made his way over to where Goldie stood, pressing into his niece's side in the most comforting manner he could manage. He still felt exhausted, but he cared more for her feelings over his own right now. He the muttered, his mismatched gaze looking through the blank air as he spoke, "They're here again...? Do we know what they want?" As he took in the fact that the spirit was crying, he then added on, "...They don't seem well." Although he couldn't say that he blamed them. After all, it must've sucked to be a ghost, all on your own.

— Reggan