The little girl tears up as she hugs her little cardboard plushie in her arms. ".. Why are you so mean..?"

"You.. You're evil! You're one of HIS kind!" Johnny Ghost snarls. "You can't be trusted!"

"Sir! She's just a little girl!" Toast snaps, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Does it look like I care?!" Ghost hisses.

"Yes. It does." Toast says sternly. Ghost stiffens up and looks down at the girl, who's clung to Toast's pant leg nervously.

Ghost's heart drops to his stomach and he sighs, kneeling down to the girl's level.

"I'm sorry."