With Changbin and Han's help, Bonita, Minho, and Hyunjin were relocated to a patient room by themselves so they didn't look anymore insane than they already did when they had the talk to come with Chris. Minho was lying propped up in one of the beds in the room while Hyunjin was lying propped up in the other. The folder that Seungmin had left with Hyunjin before he had run off after Bang Chan with Felix and I.N laid on the small nightstand between their two beds. Bonita stood by the shuttered window that faced the indigo blue night while Chris stood at the head of the room right by the blacked out television screen.

"So is he really there?" asked Bonita in an attempt to fill the silence that had fallen on the room.

Chris smirked as both Minho and Hyunjin said 'yes' at the same time. Minho narrowed his eyes at Chris as he stood there.

"You need to start explaining what is going on this instant," snapped Minho. "Do you know what we've been through the past few days?! I feel like you've significantly shortened my life span..."

"Be nice..." interrupted Bonita, but Minho chose to ignore her and instead continued on.

"...not to mention you have been a gigantic pain in the butt making me risk life and limb to see if you were fecking murdered!"

"You done?" asked Hyunjin as he turned to look at Minho who fell silent with a series of coughs, shooting him a look.

"No," said Minho through some of his coughing, pointing a finger at Chris. "How long have you been here? Have you been here this whole time and could have just flipping told us if you were murdered and by whom?"

"It's...complicated."

"You're about to be dead twice over..." grumbled Minho as Bonita shot him a look.

"I can explain," said Chris. "Well, try to at least."

"It better be fecking good you son of a frick fracking, tic tacking rooster!"

Bonita smirked at the substitute swears leaving Minho's mouth that made him seem like he was a polished up sailor. That one time they had done a swear jar had really left an impression on Minho.

"I have been a ghost ever since my accident," said Chris. "I assumed it was for a reason since — no matter what I tried — I couldn't pass over to the other side. It was a form of torture for me since I had to be a bystander and watch the family I love and care about suffer due to my passing. I couldn't do anything but watch them suffer, wishing that I could somehow fix it."

"Why can Lee Know and I see you if you have been invisible to everyone this whole time?" asked Hyunjin.

"It's because you two almost died just now," said Chris as if it was the most simple thing to understand in the world. "You were close enough to death that it left you with the gift of sight."

"Gah! Great! Just great! You're telling me that now I get to see Casper-the-pain-in-my-butt ghosties everywhere I go? Just wonderful!"

Minho knew that Bonita was shooting him another look, but he didn't care at that point. He was past the point of irritation and at the intersection of annoyed and angry. Chris could tell but remained unphased a bit as he said to Minho, "I feel like you and I need to talk."

"Aren't we doing that already?" asked Minho as Hyunjin shifted to sit up with a small wince.

"Bonita," said Hyunjin as he looked over at her. "Can you help me to get to a vending machine for a bite to eat?"

"Oh I can just run and get it. You should stay in bed."

"No, I need to come with you," said Hyunjin as he tried to move to stand up.

Minho watched Bonita as she quickly crossed the room, unknowingly crossing directly in front of Chris as she made it to Hyunjin's side. Looping an arm about him, Bonita let Hyunjin use her like a crutch as the two of them soon exited the room, shutting the door behind them leaving Chris and Minho alone.

"I know you don't like me..."

"Wow. The great Sherlock Holmes in the flesh!"

"May I finish?"

Grumbling, Minho fell silent as Chris hefted a sigh.

"I know you don't like me," repeated Chris before continuing, "but you don't have to."

"Thanks for the permission."

"I wish you would though."

"Why? You're dead."

Minho knew that was harsh, but didn't apologize for his words. Chris moved away from the television he was standing by to stand at the foot of Minho's bed.

"The reason Bang Chan is around is my fault," said Chris. "I was desperate to do something to help my family heal from their grief. If passing on wasn't an option, I figured I would try to come back. I attempted to use Bang Chan as a vessel to do such a thing, but it didn't work until that night in Bonita's apartment for whatever reason. It was like everything aligned and for the first time since I died, I felt hope given my situation, but then..."

"But then?..."

"Then it didn't work the way I thought it would. Bang Chan ended up being less of a vessel for me and more like another half. Another independent half. We are somewhat tethered together emotionally so that he can get flashes of my memories, but independent in every other way."

"Somewhat tethered emotionally..." muttered Minho under his breath, but not quiet enough to escape Chris' ears.

"Yes, somewhat," affirmed Chris. "Remember the day that Bang Chan found your script and was crying after reading it, wanting to know what happened next?"

Minho just gave a curt nod of his head in response as Chris continued, "Well, he was crying because of me. I was crying because I was hopeful that maybe you'd be the one that could help us both out. I mean your whole script was about a man that befriends the ghost living in his apartment in an attempt to help him pass on..."

"It was," said Minho, "but that idea is dead and buried for a reason."

"Why though?"

"Because it's not going anywhere just like this isn't," said Minho. "Yes, I can see you. It doesn't mean I have to help you anymore than I already have. I mean, look where it has gotten me. How has this benefited me in any way?"

"Would it make things better if I said I didn't have a crush on Bonita?"

Minho fell silent as he watched Chris. Seeing how silent Minho went at his comment made a half smirk flit onto Chris' lips.

"That plays into the whole 'somewhat tethered emotionally' bit. Bang Chan has developed a crush on Bonita, not me. That's part of the independent part of him."

Seeing that Minho was still silent, Chris looked towards the door of the room that was still sealed shut. Somewhere in the hallway though lingered Bonita with Hyunjin.

"Take it from me. Don't leave things unsaid that you might come to regret later. You never know when it'll be too late."

"You're trying to make me like you," Minho finally said, causing Chris to turn and look at him again. "You know it won't work..."

Chuckling, Chris nodded.

"Fully aware since I'm Lee Haechung."

Minho chuckled as he said, "You're darn right you are."

An awkward silence settled amongst them before Minho broke it by asking, "So do you think you were murdered?"

"I don't know...I mean I thought it was just a car accident, but the more I listen to all you speculate and think back on the death threats I got, the more I think it might be true. I even think it might have to do with who murdered my mother all those years ago."

Chris paused as his eyes landed on the folder that laid on the nightstand, looking at the name.

"Where did that come from?"

"The mental institute where this accident happened," said Minho. "I was led there by a note I found in the files for your old show. This folder stood out to me when Hyunjin showed me and I..."

Minho's words came to a halt when he heard a knock at the door. Minho figured it would be Bonita back with Hyunjin, but it was instead Changbin.

"I tried to get him to wait, but he was rather insistent about checking in on you," said Changbin as he looked in the room.

"Who is it?" asked Minho as Changbin widened the door to show him the answer.

It was none other than his boss Ahn Ilsung himself.