Angelina sighed and sat down on her couch. "I didn't want to freak out about it. I mean, I did - but if I talked to you about it, that was making it real. I... I found Fred," Angelina admitted. She hadn't seen him for months. The first time Ang had seen Fred it had screwed her up pretty bad. This time it really hadn't been any better. Fred just seemed to create a whole whack of problems, all because he died. She hated seeing him as a ghost, but she couldn't help but wanting to.
Ang rested her head on Oliver's shoulder. She needed the contact, which was one thing Fred would never provide. If there was one thing that could always calm Angelina down, it was the human touch. "Fred says he does this a lot. But I--I didn't believe him."