It's odd how one set of dreams changes everything.
Every single one of my friends are dead, including me. Though I'm still around because I'm a ghost. I'm now taking care of a baby that apparently came to me as a teenager back in time and told me that I had to kill her to save the world.
I can't kill a child.
And now I have new friends. A new werewolf and a new vampire to take care. They're good guys. It's just a bit too much.
I can be seen and can touch things again, for the most part.