I'm A Ghost," Said The Small Figure,

He Had Quite Liked The Dwarfs. He Often Had No Idea What They Were Talking About, But For A Group Of Homicidal, Class-obsessed Small People, They Were Really Rather Good Fun.

For In Every Adult There Dwells The Child That Was, And In Every Child There Lies The Adult That Will Be.

He Had Never Really Speculated About This Before, Since Demons Came In All Shapes And Sizes. Indeed, Some Of Them Came In More Than One Shape Or Size All By Themselves, Such As O'dear, The Demon Of People Who Look In Mirrors And Think They're Overweight, And His Twin, O'really, The Demon Of People Who Look In Mirrors And Think They're Slim When They're Not.

Luck Ran Out, But Smart Was For Life.

I Am Sorry," I Whispered. "i Am Sorry For All Of The Ways That I Failed You. I Am Sorry That I Was Not There To Save You, Or To Die Alongside You. I Am Sorry That I Have Kept You With Me For So Long, Trapped In My Heart, Bound In Sorrow And Remorse. I Forgive You Too. I Forgive You For Leaving Me, And I Forgive You For Returning. I Forgive You Your Anger, And Your Grief. Let This Be An End To It.