Re: Stairs to the roof. The shadows. [Belated Swearing warning?]
It was darker, the Ghost thought, turning his head this way and that, a child in a newly dark bedroom. He had been in dark places, and he knew he need only wait for the gray dimness to kick in so he could use what little sight he had. He concentrated, wanting to know if he started to fade again.
Oblivious to anything but the mostly-human sounds of the Wolf next to him, he replied, "If it's not, that was some punchbowl." The Ghost tossed the stained handkerchief away, and it fell at the foot of the stair not far away. He decided it was too much effort to get his knees out of the way as the Wolf leaned back into him. And he barely registered the amber eyes turning back his way as dangerous. "Yeah," he said, grinning in the dark and putting a competent elbow on the stair behind him to support his slouch. "Because that went so well for you last time."