Tears brimd hamilton's eyes until the first tear fell, it had reappeared into a person known as John Laurens who had recently died not to long ago.

John

I was awoken and had tumbled backwards thinking i was still sleep. "That was one hell of a nap!" I stretched and heard a bone snap. "Wait...Guys? Will, tony?" I was confused. "Wasn't I just fighting...?" I looked around my surroundings. I heard quite cries. "Why did you have to throw away your show Laurens..." a voice whispered. I finally remembered.

Flashback
"LAURENS!! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE! YOU'RE GONNA GET YOUR SELF KILLED!!" Tony  yelled to me. "No!! WE COULD WI---" I was shot in the chest. I was shot from my saddle. I slid off it life-lessly while my horse jacked for it.

Will ran over to me. "God dammit... i hope you go to hell for leaving me..." Will cried. My breaths were short. "then i'll see you there" i smiled and that's when I went out like a candle.

End of flashback

I was crying remembering will. "God will.." I cried smiling. I slid down the wall. "Hamilton.." I started to swell in tears and hugged him. "God!! I missed you you big lug!!" I sobbed happily onto him. "I need to forget.. it'll just hall me down.." hamilton grumbled. "You can't see me?"  I put a hand in his face, it went right through his head. I felt pale. 

I dropped back to the ground. "Then why am I here??? I WISH I WAS IN HELL!!!" I yelled in anger. A saw a tiny face at the very corner of the hall. "Guess he can see me either...." I grumbled discouraged.

"Casper!casper!" The child yelled happily he has a strong vocab for a 2 year old. I thought to myself. "Who must you be? Is hamilton baby sitting??" I asked as if he's resonded. "No! That's my papa!!" He replied happily. Holy shit... he..he CAN HEAR ME!!! And hamilton has a kid???

Hamilton was one of the biggest dweebs I have ever met, I know he had a wife but, a kid?... HE HAD  A KID AND DIDN'T TELL ME!!?? I was suddenly angry. "Oh this is my sister Angie!" He said and there was a little being on the floor the had gagged up some. Cute kid..

"Mama! Look! Casper!" He said pointing to me. "Oh? And what might he look like?" Eliza asked. That's when I got scared. "He has curly hair with dots on his face like mine!!" She seemed worried about the kid. "Oh..i see, but you know what that ghost reminds me of?" She asked. "What mama?"

"A friend of you fathers, like he say, tomorrow they'll be more of us,..." she replied in a motherly voice.

Well at least she remembers me..