The room was dark, with curtains drawn and no artificial source of luminescence beside that which slid beneath the narrow crack of a door. Intermittent sounds echoed through the thin walls; muffled voices and muted footsteps along with the occasional subdued birdsong emanating from closed windows. A strange scent also permeated room, one which was almost certainly synthetic for it was far too sweet to occur naturally, indeed the fragrance seemed designed to draw attention, subtly beguiling the senses as it wafted gently throughout the room. All these factors and more combined to disturb the fragile peace of a previously slumbering figure in the centre of the room and sheets whispered softly as the slim character awkwardly shifted into a sitting position, muttering indistinctly as wearily eyes blinked blearily at the shadowed surroundings. Pale brows furrowed as momentary confusion and disorientation set in, a feeling that things were not as they should be; that the world had somehow changed without warning or notification, it was a most unsettling sensation.

‘This isn’t my room.’

The thought strolled almost leisurely through the still waking mind as the figure absently cast an arm out to the left in search of some switch or dial to better illuminate the surroundings, however the questing limb only met with empty air and caused the disconcerted individual to unbalance slightly as it discovered an unaccustomed weight attached to its chest. The seeking arm was swiftly recalled and placed against the opulent mattress to regain some form of stability as the figure pushed itself back against the headboard of the bed.

‘Where the hell am I?’

The right arm was released this time, more tentatively then the left the inquisitive hand ventured outwards until fingertips brushed against a cool metallic surface a few inches above the level of the bed. Immediately an alien resonance coursed through the characters arms and down to the core of its being. The result of this unexpected occurrence was two fold; firstly the questing arm was immediately retracted and clutched to the figures abdomen as though burned, secondly, light abruptly flooded the room as the touch sensitive lamp was activated throwing everything into sudden clarity.

‘This… this isn’t right.’

Zephyr glanced at his surroundings, noting with confusion the almost nauseatingly pink colour theme of the room. An array of sparkling stuffed animals lined the top of a dresser pushed against the far wall and a desk to his left contained a variety of female cosmetics along with a collection of photos which depicted people the mercenary had never before laid eyes upon. A mirror had also placed upon a upper portion of the desk but currently faced away from the bed thus preventing the hessian from viewing his own features.

‘Unknown room, female accessories, bed large enough for two and a lack of recollection… this does not bode well.’

Raising both hands Zephyr habitually began to massage his temples in an a move to ward off any potential migraines. The last time the mercenary had awoken in such a situation he’s discovered that he had spent the night with an unreasonable redhead who had caused him no end of trouble, half of which he was still attempting to rationalize to himself. A repeat of such an event was most assuredly not on the hessians to do list, he needed to locate his clothing and other possessions and get his bearings before his night time companion returned from wherever they had wandered off to.

Speaking of clothes he could feel something clinging to his shoulders and his hips which, considering his apparent nocturnal activities, was odd to say the least. Glancing down for the first time since he had awoken the hessian started to take an internal inventory but paused almost immediately as an expression of immense confusion and then alarm past his features.

“What the ****?!”

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Dark hazel stared desperately into the reflective surface set into the wall before them while pale slender hands gripped tightly to the porcelain sink just beneath. Weak breaths issued forth from cardinal lips and caused the bare chest of the woman before the mirror to rise up and down as lungs slowly fulfilled their purpose. A pile of flimsy fabric lay crumpled against the cool tiled floor beside petite feet shivered slightly from the lack of heat. The overall image caught in the argent mirror was doubtless one that many men would find highly agreeable, after all it wasn’t everyday that a lithe and enticing female posed topless, however Zephyr’s unique circumstance was causing any sense of attraction to be rather rudely displaced by a set of other, less desired emotions. Confusion was currently at the top of the list, followed rather closely by disbelief because things such as this simply did not happen; it was unnatural even in a world possessing mutants.

Trailing slightly behind the two previously mentioned sensations were feelings of both alarm and anger with the former gradually being overcome by the latter as the mercenary’s subconscious sought to embrace the more agreeable emotion. Anger, outrage, fury; all names for the same sensation and it was one the hessian was familiar with, one he could influence and direct towards more productive ends. Panic was, by comparison a waste of energy and almost intrinsically anathematic to the dissolute mercenary.

A pale fist suddenly crashed the alabaster sink as the elemental sought to vent his growing ire, the action had been entirely senseless and rather ill advised if the hessian were to be honest with himself. However the pain which now coursed through his bruised limb gave the turbulent youth something to fixate upon besides his rather disconcerting physical state. What truly caught the hessians eye however was the abrupt surge of movement which flickered across the edge of his peripheral vision and caused the mercenary to twist sharply, resulting in a slight pulling sensation across his chest as his newly discovered assets gave way to the sudden momentum. The slightly unpleasant pulling sensation was the least of Zephyr’s concern though as his golden speckled orbs tracked a pair sapphire earrings across the air and into an open shower stall before they clattered again the wall and succumbed to gravity once more.

‘What in world…’

The hessians thoughts trailed off swiftly as his mind clicked and a slender arm was once again raised above the porcelain sink and brought crashing down.

The training of a mutation requires the mutant in question to stimulate certain chemical balances in varying regions of the brain. Depending upon the exact nature of the individuals abilities this could be anything from the cerebellum to the frontal lobe, for example, an optical mutation such as advanced eyesight or possibly X-ray vision would necessitate stimulation of the occipital lobes which process visual information. Emotions release different neurotransmitters into the body and are the usual factor which triggers initial activation of a mutant’s power. Once the key emotion, and its subsequent chemical composition, has been identified the mutant in question can begin to hone control over his gift by focusing his energies towards replicating the required emotion at will until, eventually, activation of the mutation becomes second nature.

Seated within the confines of a somewhat stiff yet comfortable chair Zephyr released an irritated sigh which issued forth from feminine lips, immediately stirring another sensation of aggravation as the mercenary’s mind registered how alien the action sound when performed with the foreign vocal chords he now possessed. It was far too high pitched, far too whiny, like that of a spoiled child, it did nothing to aid his attempts at relaxation as he struggled to remove the mounting stress from his newly acquired frame and focus on the task he had assigned himself.

Forcing his new body to inhale and exhale fully three times the disconcerted hessian narrowed the amber eyes of the foreign form and concentrated upon a pair of items lying atop a desk no more than ten feet away. The items in question were a set of sapphire earrings, the very same gems which Zephyr had earlier sent flying across the previously pristine washroom contiguous to the bedroom he now resided in. The velocity with which the jewelry had moved had proved enough to create a small hairline fracture in one of tiles which surrounded the shower stall, surprisingly though the earrings themselves seemed relatively unharmed, though argent metallic casing of the gems did seem to have become slightly disfigured.

The abrupt outburst of anger and the subsequent display of mutant powers which had occurred in the bathroom had been sufficient to knock the mercenary out of his mental disarray, banishing his rising resentment and replacing it with a sense of a shock which allowed him to proceed with a greater degree of rationality and led him to re-evaluate his latest situation. The first course of action had been a rather drawn out ablution as soon as the British youth had removed the last vestiges of clothing from his unfamiliar nubile frame and absently stepped into the open shower stall, allowing his mind to wander as his hands assumed an explorative initiative all their own…

An indeterminate amount of time later Zephyr had adorned his soaked form in a rather fluffy ivory bathrobe and begun pacing back and forth across the smooth beige carpet which dominated the bedroom floor with the two azure pieces of jewelry clutched firmly in one petite hand, utterly uncaring about the trail of damp foot prints which followed in his wake. A few moments of contemplation had led the newly settled elemental to his aforementioned seat after he had deposited the intriguing gems atop a desk on the opposite side of the room. His attention was now focused upon attempting to summon the sapphire stones across the meager distance, his efforts however had been met with partial success. He had several times managed to coax the gems into shooting in his direction by revisiting the initial ire he had experienced shortly after waking, however his accuracy left much to be desired and although hand gestures improved that to a degree it was not yet to a level that the hessian deemed acceptable. However he’d already spent over an hour on his impromptu training session and his new body was beginning to protest the unaccustomed exercise by assaulting him with recurring hunger pains which were becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

Rising reluctantly from his seated position the reticent mercenary momentarily tightened the alabaster rope which encircled the ivory robe as he halfheartedly dragged his poorly attired frame to the nearby dresser and opened the top drawer to reveal a neatly arrayed set of undergarments which appeared to have been sorted by style and then colour. Apathetic hazel eyes gazed morosely over the array of bikini bottoms, thongs and G-strings.

‘No, no and hell no.’

While the latter items on display would typically arouse the interest of any healthy male the hessian found his perspective on the subject of female lingerie to be rather more conservative when he himself had to bear the results. Additionally, even though the body he currently inhabited clearly wasn’t his own and was lacking a few key pieces of equipment the mercenary simply couldn’t see how such attire could possibly be comfortable; it would be akin to a permanent wedgie and what would the benefits be? Right now, next to nothing as the hessian wasn’t even willing to consider the direction such an avenue of thought might lead to. Buried towards the back of the drawer though was a far more suitable set of attire consisting of a collection of modest panties in a varying range of pastel colours, not truly caring about the colour the elemental simply took first one on the pile and swiftly slipped them on underneath the slowly drying bath robe.

The next item was, logically, the bra. However the first one selected seemed to be an ill fit for it continuously dug into the shoulders and ribs, the second one was not much better and was discarded as swiftly as the first. The process repeated itself a few times before the increasing annoyed mercenary gave an exasperated sigh and momentarily inspected the modest assets of his current form and rapidly decided that cultural expectations could go hang itself and that his new body could easily make do without the troublesome undergarments. The cosmetics which were aligned across a nearby desk were given a disdainful glance and promptly dismissed without consideration, the Kabal member cared little about the vanity of the bodies previous owner.

Additional minutes were then spent searching through the remaining drawers and contiguous closet for other appropriate attire and after some length of time the hessian was able to locate a striped polo shirt and a pair khaki shorts. Shoes were another troublesome area as Zephyr had absolutely no experience with heels and whoever the original owner of this body happened to be seemed to own but high heeled footwear, after examining the area under the bed however the elemental was pleasantly surprised to come across a pair of tennis shoes which were swiftly laced up and then led out the door as mercenary set out to obtain food and answers.

Juka clung tightly to the not ghost during the entire cab ride to the Mansion. He began humming under his breath and then abruptly stopped, entirely disturbed that his voice came out low and deep. He moaned softly then tightened his grip around Ghost all the more. "I simply must get my body back, Ghosty dear. Oh how could this attrocity possibly have happened to us? You and me, my lovely Ghosty, we simply have to stick together and destroy these hurtful, evil, body snatching demons." Juka didn't notice the disbelieving looks or quiet mutterings from the cab driver at his little speech.

The ride to the Mansion wasn't long, much to Juka's profound relief. All he wanted was to recruit his army and get his precious beautiful body back. As he exited the taxi he didn't even pause to consider that there was payment to be concerned about and that the driver probably wouldn't be too pleased if he just skipped off without paying. That is, however, exactly what he did, or at least would have had he been comfortable with his strange not quite vision. Instead he was forced to walk a little more serenely to the Mansion gates. "It's Juka, I'm here to see Jewel," he stated into the intercom, magnimoniously. By now people knew who he was and didn't question his appearance, despite the change in his voice, and within a few moments the gate was unlocked and he went in, not bothering to check if Ghost was with him just assuming that she was.

The trip through the manson and up to Jewel's room took on a surreal quality. Juka was used to seeing colors and textures and brightness what he got now paled by comparison. His new world held no color and for him color was joy and so it held no joy. How would he possibly survive if he couldn't get his body back? Despair rose up in him again and he had to forcibly shove it back down again. Surely Jewel would be able to help him, his fabulous wonderful Jewel who put up with so many of his eccentricities. She would help him get back his precious body and help Ghost get hers back too and destroy the foul fiends who had dared to take what wasn't theirs and then they would all live happily ever after.

It was with these thoughts that Juka finally made it up to Jewel's room and loudly banged on the door. "Jewel, its me Juka," he yelled through the door, utterly uncaring if anyone else around might hear him and give him strange looks. Strange looks (really any looks) were something he was used to, after all, even if he was used to nothing else in this weird world he now found himself in. "I know this is going to sound strange but some fiendish demon has stolen my body and I need you, my dear wonderful Jewel, to help me recruit an army to take it back again." No thought at all that what he had just said was utterly ridiculous and in any other circumstances utterly unbelievable. He was Juka Miami and so of course he must be believed.

Luka squeezed Ghost during the whole ride home. She tried to wriggle out of his grip but as slippery as she was, Luka was better. He kept her all kinds of squeezed tight and that was something she was not used to! She was air! She was light! She did not have to stay solid and endure this! She imagined herself incorporeal. Luka drifted right on out of the cab when it stopped and the cab man looked back. The whispers said that he wanted money. But why? He had money sprouting out of his ears by her reckoning.

The cabby grabbed at the air around his head in a tizzy. What a crazy man! Ghost got out of there while she was still sane.

And Luka was escaping through the gate out into the wild! Didn't he know there was an army of body snatchers out there? They were running away from that army, right?

Ghost fumbled right after Luka, not able to catch up to him until he came to a stop in front of a girl's door. "This isn't Raina's room, you dirty boy." Ghost bopped Luka on the head. What a bad boy!

Tying the final knot upon the ashen tennis shoes which now encased his unusually petite feet the gender conflicted hessian straightened the posture of his newly acquired body as he rose from his crouched position and spared a moment to glance down at his new form. The subtle yet prominent bust which protruded from the chest was still taking some getting used to but the elementals mind was no longer freezing it up in shock as it had initially. Beyond the slight bust and down past the shorts honey brown eyes paused temporarily at the shave legs which were visible from the knee down and the mercenary was momentarily thankful he hadn’t needed to ponder the concept of shaving. Given how thin his patience had already stretched he likely wouldn’t have bothered with it.

A second later though and the meandering musing vanished as Zephyr inhaled a new breath of air, and silently stalked over to the nearby dressing table upon which had been piled a wide range of various objects which, roughly half an hour previously, had been neatly stored away within an ornate onyx purse. Although such an item would be a typical addition of his current form the British hessian had no intention of carrying a purse. His own pride simply would not permit him to voluntary continue his emasculation without sufficient cause, and in this instance nothing short of death would meet such a requirement, thus
pen’s, chap stick, keys, lotion, wallet and other stochastic items were now scattered across the varnished wood in a haphazard fashion, taking place of prominence though in the centre of the table was a glitter encrusted cellphone with gold and silver highlights. The mercenary’s first reaction upon catching sight of the communication device had been to try and call his own slim obsidian mobile phone, such actions had swiftly been denied though when the gaudy feminine phone in his hands obstinately requested a password before it would allow any communications outside of 991.

Wordlessly the apathetic hessian began placing essential items in the pockets of the khaki shorts, annoyingly his selection was somewhat restricted when he discovered that feminine pockets for some reason were absurdly small and thus the elemental limited himself to merely carrying a key’s, a wallet and the phone, should the previous owner of his new body suddenly decide to contact him for some reason. It was an unlikely, yet still possible scenario the hessian wasn’t quite ready to dismiss. Even if he weren;t contacted though the disgruntled mercenary had every intentional of calling his own number the moment he encountered a means of doing so. In order to accomplish that however the elemental need to travel beyond the borders of the bedchamber, and so with another deep breath to settle his still frayed nerves the British youth paced slowly towards the door and prepared to emerge into the mansion at large.

"Jewel, its me Juka, I know this is going to sound strange but some fiendish demon has stolen my body and I need you, my dear wonderful Jewel, to help me recruit an army to take it back again."

Zephyr did not jump, quite the opposite actually, both of the elementals petite feet stayed firmly rooted to the floor and most assuredly did not leap an entire foot into the air and nearly collapse onto the partially damp carpet. Nor did a high pitched “eep!” of shock escape his unfamiliar lips. No, the taciturn mercenary had absolutely no reaction at all to the abrupt madman who had begun knocking on his door screaming about body snatchers and the formation of an asinine army.

‘Stolen bodies?’

The hessians mind froze as he recalled the implication of the words being screamed through the door before him. If the lunatic on the other side of the barrier could be believed then it meant others were sharing his current plight. The mercenary’s analytical side swiftly stepped in at that point, rapidly processing the pro’s and con’s of associating the deranged individual who apparently knew the former owner of the elementals body, the train of thought lasted no longer than a few seconds but it was sufficient to calm the Kabal members hectic heartbeat and compose his facial features.

Approximately eight seconds after the self proclaimed “Juka” began bashing upon one of the mansion bedrooms the door in question quickly swung inward to reveal a casually dressed “Jewel” staring almost apathetically at the two peculiar individuals. One was a dark haired male of indeterminate age who, if his attire was anything to go by had more than a single screw loose, the expression of utter panic across the man's features did nothing to dissuade the initial impression. The second individual was a somewhat timid white haired female who possessed a vague resemblance to Ghost, if only for her shocking white hair sympathies.

“Unfortunately for you Jewel isn’t home right now, however I am no more willing to reside in this body than you are yours. So kindly calm down, shut up and come inside, I have some questions for you.”

As soon as the door to Jewel's room opened, Juka rushed in to embrace oldest and bestest friend who would surely save him and help him gain his revenge against the evil horrible body snatchers. He was almost hysterical with relief and apprehension, in equal measures, not thinking at all about certain practicalities, such as the fact that Jewel would probably prefer to be able to breathe. Then he registered what the Jewel body was saying about not actually being Jewel. His face fell and he stepped back from her.

"Jewel?" His voice was hopeless and helpless and his expression was despairing. "Your not Jewel?" It took a moment for that to register properly. How was he going to raise his army if he didn't have is Jewel at the forefront, helping him command his soldiers? He couldn't be expected to command on his own could he? And then another thing occurred to him a moment later. The evil body snatchers had stolen Jewel's body too!

"You bastard!" Juka yelled indignantly. "Give Jewel back her body now or I swear I'll make you suffer horribly!" It didn't matter that he had never made anyone suffer in his entire life; indeed he had no skill at fighting at all. Nor did it matter that he still hadn't gotten used to his non-vision and that would make fighting difficult even if he did know how to fight. Then there was the fact that he didn't have a weapon, in fact he didn't even have a shirt. At that moment, all that mattered was the fact that this evil horrible person had stolen his friend's body and had to be made to suffer and since there was no one else to enact the suffering, it was all up to Juka. He charged recklessly, intending to tackle the foul creature to the ground. Half way through his charge, and far to late to take back the ill conceived action, he registered the fact that this person might not be the evil body snatcher he envisioned, but might be a victim just like they were.

Luka squeezed the poor girl who came to the door, half to death. "Juke, be gentle. Not everyone is a man." In fact, the girl said she wasn't a jewel. Well that was obvious. She was pretty, yeah, but she wasn't quite shiny enough. And the girl agreed. The jewels weren't home here. "Yeah. Robbing people is bad, Lukae."

Luka joined the girl the the room and Ghost skipped in after him. He was walking kind of fast and grabby, but that didn't really matter. Ghost had never been in this room before. She poked around and and hummed to herself as she ignored the shuffling behind her. If they were going to bother her, she might have to do something. She was a princess after all.

Ghost hummed and hummed and imagined everyone bowing to her instead of fighting. What a nice day that would be.

Ever since he had woken in this heteromorphic form Zephyr had, both subconscious and consciously, been cataloging all the deficits and flaws associated with his current position. A great deal of them related to the unsatisfactory mutation this female form possessed and the lack of spatial awareness said mutation granted. Also listed was the asinine amount of cosmetics the previous owner had placed in the bathroom, honestly the mercenary had barely been able to see the sink amidst all the bottles and other “feminine care” products as they seemed to be termed. Currently ranking top amongst the numerous inadequacies of this feminine figure though was its abysmally slow reaction time and lack of grace; there must have been at least a full two seconds between when the deranged maniac at the door actually shifted his stance to initiate the sloppy charge to when the blow actually connected with the hessians diminutive form and sent both of them crashing to the floor.

Although the majority of the impact was absorbed by the derrière of Zephyr’s new form there was, annoyingly, very little padding in that area and thus the bulk of the impetus transferred directly to the spine, transmitting rather disagreeable sensations of pain while it did so; causing a dolorous hiss of pain to escape the mercenary even as the momentum of the fall continued and forced the delicate cranium of the hessians female form to resound rather unkindly against the ground, though thankfully it was carpeted. Still the cumulative effect was more than sufficient to disorient the typically reticent Kabal member and wrench a pained groaned from his throat.

A modest array of eloquent curses left the mercenary’s lips as he set about regaining his bearing a scant few seconds after having collided with the floor, however the elemental found his progress somewhat impaired by the fact that there was another body atop his own borrowed form and, sadly feminine figures are not known for their muscles mass meaning there was little the concussed hessian could do about his current predicament aside from a vocal protest.

“You have five seconds to get off of me before I deem you mentally retarded and ventilate your skull”

It was largely an empty threat, for although Zephyr would possess no qualms about ridding the world of one more idiot he currently lacked sufficient control over his current body’s mutation to carry out the caveat. Technicalities aside however the words were still spoken with pure conviction and the tone behind them brooked no argument, the fact that several pieces of jewelry on the bedside table began to hum dangerously likely also added to the credibility of the mercenary’s words. In either case no later than four seconds after the threat had been issued Zephyr remarkably found himself unencumbered by any asinine characters and was thus able to regain his feet, despite the somewhat severe protests from his body that he do otherwise.

As the aggravated Kabal member straightened to his full, and somewhat disappointing, height he cast a tenebrous glare towards the half dressed man who mindlessly chosen to tackle him. The man had done little thus far to create a favorable impression with the elemental and Zephyr was swiftly coming to the conclusion that the man was rather lacking in terms of cognitive development. As for the idiots companion well, odd was about as much as the hessian could say thus far; the girl really had done very little but just by glancing at her once could see that reality seemed to be a place she visited but rarely. Her gaze never seemed to focus on one place for too long and frequently her eyes widened in apparent shock whilst staring into space; clearly seeing something that only she alone could interpret… it was not an entirely comforting prospect.

After ushering the aberrant pair inside Simon closed the door and faced them with a general expression of disapproval; he was already beginning to regret opening his door in the first place but little could be done to change that now, he would simply have to strive ahead. “Assuming you’ve managed to purge at least some vestige of idiocy from your system I suggest you start talking; what do you know? When did you switch bodies, why has it happened? Have you been able to contact your original bodies?”

“You have five seconds to get off of me before I deem you mentally retarded and ventilate your skull”

Juka blinked and then reluctantly got off of the man who was so very clearly not Jewel, feeling close to tears. It really wasn't at all fair. Here he was stuck in this horrible sightless body when all he wanted was to get his own fabulously gorgeous body and bubbles back. And then he had come to his bestest friend Jewel who apparently wasn't Jewel and now the non-jewel was being mean to him. Life just wasn't fair at all and he clearly deserved better!

"You're mean," Juka said, pouting. And then Juka had the sudden and undeniable urge to bow to the Ghosty who was not a ghosty because she was obviously a princess and princesses needed to be bowed to. How had he not realized that fact before anyway? And so with that in mind he got on one knee and bowed majestically to Princess Ghosty and glared at not-Jewel as she refused to do the same thing. Didn't she realize she was in the presence of royalty?

“Assuming you’ve managed to purge at least some vestige of idiocy from your system I suggest you start talking; what do you know? When did you switch bodies, why has it happened? Have you been able to contact your original bodies?”

And just as quickly as the urge had come upon Juka to bow to the royal princess Ghosty, it left him and he was left more confused than ever. Oh, this really wasn't a good day at all and he just hoped it would end soon and when it did he would awaken to find that this was all some horrible nightmare. That, or he really wanted to kick the not-Jewel because she was obviously an ass and deserved to be kicked. Right in the shin. But that didn't seem like the best thing to do either so he settled for answering questions as best he could.

"Um...I woke up in this horrible body this morning, it happened because whoever took my body was plainly jealous of how fabulous and amazing I am and I didn't even think to contact my original body." Now that certainly had potential. Why hadn't he thought of it before? Then he realized why. Clearly if they were jealous of him, as they must be, then they would most certainly want to keep his body so if he contacted them they would most likely try to kill him and Juka really didn't want to die. "What if he kills me when I try to talk to him?" Juka asked dramatically, with more than a hint of panic in his voice. "I can't die now, not in the prime of my far too short life!"

"You are a mean lady." She just had to agree with Juke. "You make a much more polite man when you are one."

Ghost perused the makeup on the dresser in front of the mirror with little deference to the bowing. It had only been a passing thought, not an on purpose thing. In fact, none of the strange things that were happening these days seemed on purpose. That was a little sigh worthy. Sigh. At least there was lots of pretty colors in the make up.

When Luka went off about his 'horrible body' Ghost did turn around then. And then because it was so fun she turned all the way around just so she could spin around again. But then she'd lost what she meant to say and went to give poor Luke a hug. "You're not a bad man. You're Luke. You'd never hurt anybody, especially your own body. That just wouldn't be nice."

He wailed about his too short life and so instead Ghost went to hug the poor man-woman. He was a lot softer and a lot less hysterical. "It's okay, not-Jewel. I miss my mistrals too."