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Alright, he was dead. Not a big problem.
Okay, maybe one problem. Five.
Five equally dead people to be precise, who were talking all over each other.
Very strange people. He just heard some names: Mary, Thomas...
Maybe his soldiers were playing with him, recruiting some actors just to celebrate the end of the war, to say goodbye to their Captain.
No, he saw his lifeless body on the bed; no doubts on his... ghostly situation?
“Man with stick stayed! I win!” said that thing with really too much hair on itself.
“Oh, don't flatter yourself, you won nothing.”
This time was the young man to talk. The Captain gave him a better look.
“Good Lord, young man! You have been shot!”
he said, pointing the wound on the other man's abdomen with his swagger stick.
He smiled sadly.
“Oh, don't worry. Sometimes it still hurts but it's fine, thank you. I'm Thomas. Thomas Thorne. This overexcited person right here is Robin.”
He said pointing the one who looked just like he was a caveman.
“Oh, I'm so happy you stayed! I'm sure we're going to be great, great friends!”
The Captain looked to his right: a young girl with dark skin, a very fancy dress and hair was basically bouncing on the spot, showing off probably her best and biggest smile.
“My name is Kitty. She is Mary. And this one always grumpy is Fanny, but call her Lady Button.”
The woman dressed in yellow beside Kitty waved at him while the other one dressed in grey put on a really annoyed face.
“I'm not grumpy!”
Robin came closer, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Sorry you dead. Your name?”
The Captain just flinched when that hand touched him and Robin immediately noticed that, removing his hand.
“Captain. Just call me the Captain.”
Everyone just looked a bit startled by his answer, apart from Robin, but Kitty immediately took him by the hand, leading him out of the room. The Captain just wanted to free himself, but he had the feeling that the young (probably) Georgian lady would have been really offended by his gesture.
“Come, let's go downstairs! It's a wonderful day!”
For the Captain, it was really strange walking down those corridors, watching at people he knew just passing by him: not out of malice, but only because they couldn't see him.
His stream of consciousness was interrupted by a voice, that made him notice that they actually were on the ground floor.
“Hey! What's going on? Guys?”
The Captain couldn't see where this voice was coming from, but it was clearly a man's. He saw Thomas approaching the farthest couch and crouching down, extending his arm under the said couch to pick up something.
“Humphrey! New one in house!”
Thomas got back on his feet, with his back still to the group.
“Uh, that's nice! Well, not that much for them...”
Thomas turned around and, much to the Captain's surprise, in his hands there was an actual head, of a well groomed man, with a glorious beard and moustache and the bluest of eyes. The Captain could do nothing but heavily blush.
“Welcome! I'm Humphrey.”