"Nate?" I asked in concern as I placed a hand on his shoulder. We looked at the ghost. He was still in front of us. His eyes looked hurt when he saw Nate looking at him with fear and disbelief.

"Rose, he just said son!" Nate was breathing heavily now.

"Are you sure he was talking about you and not me?" I didn't know why I said that. All I was just thinking about was to comfort Nate. But it did work, in a stupid sort of way, because Nate looked down at me like I was stupid.

"Rose, he said ‘son’. Not daughter."

I pouted. At least he was...