It takes a while for you to fall asleep that night. Your mind is still racing with what Morro said to you earlier. He said I was beautiful. But does that mean that he likes me, or was it just a casual observation? And even if he does like me, is it enough to keep me safe? He obviously plans on using me to do something I would rather not. And with these cuffs on, I'm an easy target for Bansha. She definitely doesn't like me, and the feeling's mutual. "Ugh." You say, shifting. I should have created a proper bed, too, while my cuffs were off. These sacks hurt. I'll never be able to fall asleep like this. Eventually, though, you are able to nod off, despite your fears.

When you wake up the next morning, you feel strangely refreshed. Well ,that wasn't such a bad night, you think. Then a ghost suddenly materializes into view, making you jump. "Sweet mother of matter!" You exclaim. "Have you been here all night?"

"Ghoul-Tar watch you, you sleep. Ghoul-Tar no bother you. Ghoul-Tar remember, living need sleep."

"Well, thank you for that. I take it your name's Ghoul-Tar?"

He looks genuinely baffled. "Yes. How you know Ghoul-Tars' name?"

Immediately, you realize Morro was right. This ghost isn't too bright. But you appreciate him being so considerate, and he seems kind enough, though he wields a nasty-looking scythe. You deign to be nice to him in return. "I must've heard Morro or Bansha mention your name." You smile. Ghoul-Tar visibly shudders at the sorceress' name.

If even a ghost is so terrified at the mere mention of her name, she must be more formidable than I could possibly imagine. There's nothing I can do to defend myself. I'm a sitting duck! You think, starting to freak out. In an attempt to calm yourself down before you completely lose it, you turn on your MP3 player and proceed to shuffle through your playlist. By chance, it starts playing the Ghostbusters theme music. Ghoul-Tars' eyes light up when he hears it, and he demands you turn it up. Not one to argue with a man holding a scythe, you obey. Ghoul-Tar commences to bounce to the beat, and you soon start to dance as well, finding his exuberance irresistible. Morro walks in just then. "What's going on?" He asks. You can only laugh as Ghoul-Tar joyfully announces, "Ghoul-Tar dance! This Ghoul-Tars' favorite song!"

You get quite carried away and grab Morros' hand and pull him onto the dance floor. He rolls his eyes but joins you good-humoredly, already tapping his foot to the beat. "I can't dance, though." He warns you.

"Have you ever tried?"

"There isn't much opportunity in the Departed Realm, if you can believe it. It wasn't something normally done in my day, except on festive occasions. And since I was an orphan, I was too preoccupied scrounging around for food to learn how."

"Well, you're going to learn now." You tell him.

"Wait, what?" He asks. For answer, you swing around him and proceed to show him how it's done. You spin and start to dip. Morro instinctively catches you by the waist, completes the dip, and straightens you up again in one fluid motion. "Yeah, like that." You say breathlessly. He gives you a lopsided grin, his hand still resting on your waist, and looks at your hips.

"What is it?" You question.

"Just admiring the view." He replies smoothly. Then Bansha storms in. "What are you doing?!" She screeches furiously. Morro shakes himself and releases you.

"It's nothing to be concerned about." He tells her cooly.

"You're dancing with your prisoner!" She replies angrily. He gives you an apologetic look and follows Bansha out. Too late, you realize you never told him about your sleeping arrangements. Suddenly exhausted, you drop to the floor and can't help thinking about how Morro held you.