Re: facetime:connie/patrick
[Connie, honestly, is horrified. Like she has to watch some found-footage of when her brother dies in some weird spooky tragedy. She doesn't look away even though her heart is nearly in her stomach at this point and sees the room as she remembers it as a little girl. The walls, the way they tried to decorate his room with what little they had to work with.
She starts to feel sore, like her muscles are ripping apart and then mending back together and she drops her phone on the bed she's sitting on and closes her eyes.
When it's over, she reaches for the phone and opens and eye to look at him. Blue eyes bright and she shakes her head:] That was you? The ghost? [She realizes she sounds like she's talking nonsense and stutters, snapping her fingers.] Remember?? Remember I- we were doing the fake funeral and I felt something weird, some kind of chill in the air and I got scared so we had to stop?? Remember???