Time might have continued for humans, but what was time really to a ghost? What was age? Physical age never changed and mental exhaustion came from years and years of consequences and struggle, of systems working against someone. Age was a matter of perspective, really. His teenaged punk perspective on the damage he had done to the tour bus did not outweigh the purpose it was done for. It was a matter of someone's soul not being destroyed or captured for eternity like his own. Willie was not close enough to anyone in the hotel to tell them of the darkness and threats to one's very being that he had witnessed. There was always the chance his boss would appear and make him pay for his actions.
Willie laughed. "Lights flickering is easy stuff. Honestly, it was why I was afraid to touch the computers and cellphones at first. I didn't want to fry them." He raised his hand instead and created electrical sparks jumping from one fingertip to another. With an amused grin, he set his hand down on the counter spread and made the lights flicker in the entire bar. "I didn't say the easy stuff wasn't amusing though."
Chewing on his lip, he inspected the bottle of alcohol Mike made appear. The amusement falling from his face for a moment of reflection. "What are the ghosts in your town like?"