Gone were the good old days of Searchlight, when the Nugget was full of familiar people, and the Lighthouse was a fun place to go for a drink, and her best friends were only a few trailers away. Hannah had passed away, but as long as the faces of her old life remained, she had a 'home' on the earth plane. They kept her memories alive. They made it seem like nothing had changed. Now, as she watched them part ways, leaving one another behind, her best and last years slipped away, too.
Soon, nobody who ate at the diner would remember Hannah Flynn.
Thinking that way made Hannah feel downright selfish! But she couldn't help it. She had wanted them to stay forever, just the same.
But people had to move on. People like Julie. It wasn't too fun to admit, but it was a good idea. That musty old town couldn't love Julie the werewolf, like it loved Julie the cute bartender.
Hannah's official business was the spirit world, but she wasn't above pulling strings. After she became a ghost, Hannah used it to spy on Devon O'Connell, former boyfriend, forever friend. Now Julie was on a quest to find Devon, because she believed he was the only person who could help her. Hannah didn't know if it was true, but if Julie believed it, she wanted to make her wish come true.
Dropping in on the living was a shock-inducing thing; She had the decency to wait until Julie pulled the car over to pump gas. "Wow... Six-fifty a gallon?! Cripes, am I glad I'm not driving a station wagon these days!" Whomever bought her old Gremlin at the auction must've been doing a happy dance. That thing could go for light-years on fumes.