"If it is her, I'll get them back for you," Tate promised. He didn't like Hayden but he did spend time with her sometimes. He was lonely without Violet and company of the other ghost was about all he'd been able to hope for over the last few months. He and Hayden weren't the same, not like he and Violet were, but, to some extents, she knew what it felt like to be rejected by the person you loved. He was pretty confident that he'd be able to get Violet's cigarettes back if Hayden had taken them.
"Hold on!" he said suddenly, having a thought. He turned, hoping Violet wouldn't disappear while his back was turned, and crossed the room to the old chest of drawers in the corner. He'd hidden a packet of cigarettes there months before, intending to give them to Violet, but then she'd told him to go away and he'd forgotten all about the. He reached down between the back of the drawers and the wall, feeling around until his fingers caught on the edge of a cardboard packet. With a triumphant grin, he pulled them out and turned back to present them to Violet. "Here," he said, walking slowly back towards her. This was the closest he'd been to her since she'd banished him and he didn't want to scare her away. "I saved them for you."