I don’t know that many people here… and then I thought of you.” Mia rambled on nervously knowing that she was probably sounding really desperat.... She internally chastised herself for being in that much of a rush that morning that she didn’t check she had her keys before leaving her flat. Jesse cut her off before she could finish, “Before you say anymore – my answer is yes. You can stay at my place tonight.” “You don’t mind?” “Of course not. You need a place to stay and I wouldn’t want you. It’s a bit of a thankless task I can tell you. Take the body I’m in – Shamus. I’m hidden away behind his skin, blood and muscles. Straight away I’m thought of as an embarrassment – pushed aside into a dark corner – however, unlike most, I endeavour to make sure my presence is always felt, never forgotten. Shamus, rather foolishly, tries his best to keep me happy, but like the mug he is, he’d rather believe something someone’s got published in an unknown Journal than listen to me. He eats fruit,. .”I could hear her crying on the line. I knew she was manipulating me. She always did this. But I couldn’t help it. She was my sister and I loved her despite her fucking up constantly and needing my help. Her useless piece of crap of a husband never done anything well and never kept a decent job to support her and his two daughters.“Alright, don’t worry. Dave to the rescue; again.”I took as much info as she could provide about where she was and I took off in my SUV. It was well after midnight. . oh ... I didn't know that! It really is just like playing, isn't it? It's all pretend, right?"Little Cassie suddenly pouts. "I told you, don't use big words like that. It's not me, it's you! I'm not--" Little Cassie suddenly gasps. "Nonono, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! Please, don't go." She sighs. "Okay, fine, it's me. Now, let's go do something else."Cassie stares at the empty chair, willing something or someone to appear. She can feel a presence just at the edge her perception, just like.