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“Good morning, people from different time periods!” Jay greeted, entering the kitchen.
Isaac, Sass, Trevor and Alberta, invisible to Jay, nevertheless greeted him.
“I wonder what he'll make for breakfast today? At least waffles! Sam,“ Sass addressed Samantha, who entered the kitchen. “Ask Jay to make waffles with sprinkles! Please.“
“Jay, Sasappis is asking to make waffles.“
“No problem, bro! Oh, I've been wanting to try this recipe for a long time, what do you think?“ With these words, Jay pointed his smartphone into the void.
Sasappis calmly walked around the guy on the left and stood in front of the phone.
“I think it will be quite tasty. Go for it, Jay!“
“Sasappis approved,“ Samantha, out of habit, relayed the ghost's words to her husband.
“I love watching Jay cook!“
“And I'm happy to see him in action.“
“Jay, Alberta and Isaac say they really enjoy watching you cook.“
“Oh, thanks, guys! Where's Trevor? He usually watches me cook breakfast, too.“
“He's here, but unusually quiet today. Trevor, are you okay?“
“Yeah, sure. How else...“ Trevor's sullen expression didn't match his words at all.
“I'll make some coffee. Maybe the smell will help you unwind?“
“Coffee wouldn't hurt,“ Alberta chimed in.
When breakfast was cooked and eaten, and the coffee was sniffed, the living and the nonliving went their separate ways. A few hours later, Sam, tired from writing an article, walked into the kitchen and found Trevor there, sitting and gloomily looking at a long-cold cup of coffee. He didn't notice Sam, and the girl didn't call out to him. Instead, she headed to the living room, where the ghosts were watching a movie (judging by Jason Momoa on the screen, she was choosing Albert). Samantha paused.
“Guys, what's going on with Trevor? He's not himself today. He hasn't even tried to flirt with me once.“
“What day is it today?“ Pete decided to clarify.
“October 4th, Friday,” Sam answered. “Does it matter?”
“I think so. Today is Rosh Hashanah - the Jewish New Year. Trevor would probably want to be with his family on this holiday.”
“Samantha, can you find out what Jewish traditions there are on this day? Maybe we could share this wonderful moment with him?” Hetty asked.
“YES! AND IF ORGIES AND HONEY ARE ACCEPTED IN THEIR CULTURE, THOR WOULD BE HAPPY!”
“Sorry, Thorfinn, Jews don't have orgies, but they do have mead on the holiday table to make the year sweet,” Sam said, looking up from her phone and turning her gaze to the Viking.
“Maybe we should ask Jay to cook a couple of traditional dishes for the evening, to support Trevor a little? Well, I mean, you'll ask, you're his wife. And he can't hear us.”
“Of course, Jay will be happy to cook a whole table of food for invisible people,” Sam sighed. “And your job is to keep Trevor out of the kitchen until the evening.”
“If necessary, I'll give him my airtime,” Pete said happily.
The plan was good for everyone except one thing - during the conversation, Trevor left the kitchen and no one saw him. Usually the guy hung out in the room with the TV, or hung around Samantha, or walked by the lake, but clearly not today. Eventually, Hetty had an idea where the guy might be, and she went down to their former basement romper room. Trevor was there. Hetty breathed a sigh of relief. Surprise flashed in the guy's eyes.
“What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you. Trevor, tell me why you're so worried?”
Trevor hesitated, but then answered:
“You see, today is the first New Year that my parents and brother know for sure that I'm dead. If I know my mother at all, then all these years she put a plate on the table for me and included me in her prayers. And now... Well, I mean, I'm glad, of course, that they don't suffer from uncertainty, but today... today there will be no plate.”
Hetty couldn't think of anything to say, and chose to simply hug her friend.
“Well, maybe you're wrong about the plate. Come with me.”
She took his hand and led him upstairs.