He shrugged,Not really sure he wanted to tell her exactly what had happened before 'they',whoever 'they'were,had taken him..or misplaced him as the case may be.For all he knew Kibosh had gotten his claws into him after all.
"that sounds..strange"He said with a frown.And a lot like the first rule of being a ghost: no leaving the house.Though if you tried,sometimes you could get away,other times it was a like a giant rubber band: you were just snapped back home in a jiffy.
"17?"he asked,confused"no i was 12 before..before This"he gestured to his form.He rubbed his temple absently "This is all very confusing"he whimpered