Tuesday, January 10th, 1983 — Daphnel House, Wellingtonshire

Had Victor been thinking this through, he might have expected the visit from Desi Morgan sometime last week, but the truth was he'd entirely forgotten there even was such a thing as the Spirit Division. Certainly he had not taken the time to consider that he might have any business with them. He'd been dead for over a week, but Victor still wasn't used to thinking of himself as a ghost, and he suspected that he wouldn't be for some time. He'd been so focused on his own family and their adjustments to the new situation, and it had not yet occurred to him (with the exception of the funeral) that anyone outside of his home or place of work might care about his new state of being.

"So is there an orientation, or something?" he said, eyebrow raised. It would be nice if they had any advice about how to stop falling through things when he tried to move around the house, but given that Morgan had a body, he could hardly have any first-hand experience.

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