#* ben

Theo didn’t like to tell people about his relationship with those souls who linger in a realm midway between the living and the dead. That thin veil which separates the physical from the spiritual was translucent for him, and sometimes caused difficulty in dealing with everyday life, particularly when the spirit was morose, or grief-stricken especially, the latter of which took up a lot of Theo’s time trying to deal with. This particular ghost, an older woman with grey hair pulled tightly behind her head and wrinkled hands occupied with sewing, was rather pleasant and she and Theo were enjoying some light-hearted conversation over his breakfast of an omelet ((to by-standers it looked as though he were talking to himself)). 

To the chagrin of the lady, however, Theo’s hand was forced when a boy asked if the seat across from him was taken, to which Theo had to say no, and the woman, not that it would make a difference, had to move over as Benjamin Parker sat down in her place. “Have we met?” he addressed the living boy.

"So if we get your body back, are you thinking open or closed casket? Cremation maybe?"

Somehow, it was still far too difficult to believe - all things considered, that alone should have been questionable enough. A serial killer on the loose, people she'd known for years, dropping like flies. And still, the news report about Atticus and Stella was too much for her to swallow. How it led her here - the foyer of the police station, she had no clue at all. A brief pause in her panic, as the officer at the desk said she'd call Ben down; if only to further bite back the fact that he was the first person she thought to find. "Both of them?" It's all she can really manage as he appears. Atticus and Stella. Two more people she trusted - loved, gone. Just like that.