While George hadn't seen any ghosts himself, he in no way disbelieved those who claimed to have done. Ghosts were, of course, a very real thing that existed in the world, outside of scientific reason. He would quite like to see one, actually.
But since that didn't seem as if it was meant to be for him, he was instead taking a stroll about town, his long wool coat covering his suit completely and wearing the hat he'd bought shortly after arriving, soaking in how much the holidays had changed, and yet not really changed at all. The decorations he saw about town were much brighter, but they were still decorations, and the themes were the same. Snow and trees and lights and Saint Nick. It was all very nice.
Almost nice enough to let him forget that not only was he still knew and short on friends in this place, he was going to be spending Christmas alone. He wondered what he'd do about that.
Or he'd wonder, until he saw a face he recognized from the networking thing on his cellular device. "Miss Luna," he called cheerfully. "Good morning!"