Who: Hades and Ma'at [Hayden and Lucia] What: He sits outside the city morgue and has a conversation with a ghost when someone happens upon him. Where: Outside the lower Manhattan City Morgue When: Sunday early evening
When Hayden goes way it's because he doesn't want to talk to ghosts. It's bad enough to see them, but talk to them? No, thank you, says the boy who can't sit through an episode of Ghost Hunters without feeling his heart pound. The spirits linger at the morgue. Some for days, some for weeks, some for what feels like forever. The spirits linger and they recognize in him a power to guide so it isn't uncommon to see him sitting by himself on late night shifts holding a conversation for what is seemingly thin air or rather, himself.
There is no end to the whispers behind his back of his lack of sanity but the head of the security is kind, knows Hayden has social anxiety. What young man goes after such a job at his age unless they were suffering from something that kept them from other more lucrative jobs?
He was sitting outside the morgue on the ground, back pressed against the cool concrete wall near the front entrance, legs drawn up and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in his hands. A spirit sat beside him. They talked casually.
"Do you think I'll like heaven?"
"The fields? Yes."
"Will you take me there?"
"I'm not able to yet."
"So how do we get there?"
"You just do. You're not bound by the physics of your mortal body anymore. If you seek peace I give you my blessing to seek it in the fields."
"Is there more than the fields?"
"The after world is infinite, all the lands of the dead bleed into one another, a whole world of it's own. I have yet to seek it here, though."
"Oh."
A shadow fell over his legs and he took another bite of his sandwich, eyes trailing upward to see who was standing before him.