Work Text:
Jowd is now familiar with the feeling of a ghost trying to speak with him.
This one feels a little familiar, for all he is sure he has never met them before.
Even though he is in a hurry, he slows down to listen and see what this one might want with him.
“Would you please pick up this tennis ball?”
The ghost sounds old.
He picks up the tennis ball.
“Thank you. I may have misjudged my distance here. But perhaps fortune is smiling on me. Are you perhaps heading for a submarine?”
Jowd drops the ball in surprise. He hastily picks it up again.
“How do you know about that!”
“I need to talk to Yomiel. May I come with you?”
“Are you looking to help him?”
“I plan to warn him. They intend to betray him. “
Jowd frowns. It is useful to have more information about the situation he is heading into.
“I will get to the submarine either way, but it would be a lot quicker if I could ride in your pocket. May I?”
Jowd tucks the tennis ball into his pocket. He has no reason not to, and perhaps having a card to play that no one expected could come in handy.
He goes back to his journey.
“Who are you?” He asks, in idle curiosity.
“You can call me Ray. May I ask how you became capable of communicating with spirits?“
“Its a long story.”
“I have time.”
If the ghost had a body, Jowd could imagine it shrugging.
So as he continues to the submarine, Jowd talks to Ray in his head.
When the gun is pointed at him, and Jowd is going to die yet again this night, it's nice to not be alone for it.
“I can't think of a way to save you. “ Ray admits when Jowd surfaces from the unconsciousness of fresh death.
“But I can listen to the rest of your story.”
“Don't you have to warn Yomiel?”
“I think that moment has passed. I can talk to him later, when he has calmed down.”
Jowd has been killed on a submarine that has been abandoned at the bottom of the ocean. And no one else to talk to.
“I have a lot of time for that. Let me start from the beginning. “