Nothing so noble.

I'd apologize for the fact that the ghost you ended up meeting is so messed up, but it's not like that's not correllated.
I guess I can apologize anyway.  Sorry about that.

Correlated has one L. Cam decides not to mention this. He could say he expects he will one day broaden his dead people social circle. He does not really think he should say that either. Wow, not saying the first thing that pops into your head sucks, he feels like he's made of cardboard. "I am none the worse for wear," he says after what feels like way too long.

The ghost doesn't respond immediately, either.

I guess I should maybe look at it like, I have the power that I wanted, even if I shouldn't have, and now I might be able to use it to do some good.  If we're lucky.

"Is there more of a luck component than I'm imagining?"

Well, at least w.r.t. the big thing, no one has ever succeeded at doing it before.

"You know, I don't think I can even think of anyone... obviously trying in a way that might work? I guess if they were especially bad at it I wouldn't have heard of it."

It's reason to be cautious.

Any big news since '97?  New technology?

"Computers keep getting better. Uh, somebody flew a plane into the World Trade Center and we started a war in the Middle East about it."

Oh shit

"Yeah, that wasn't great. That was 2001, September 11. Uh - it's actually really hard to think in terms of what news there has been in the last several years, is there anything specific you were tracking?"

Not really.

"I will mention things as I am reminded of them."

Thanks.

"No problem."

If you leave me some paper, I can write down anyth

fuck
think I hear my parents

"Is that necessarily a big problem?"

You said you didn't want to meet them, I thought.  Maybe you changed your mind.

"You have since then explained their deal in more detail."

I sure have.
I'm gonna go explain to them that you're here, I think.  Sound good?

"Sure." He will very much not look at the book.

The jacket glides away from the desk, then descends to the floor and piles upon it.  It stays like that for several minutes.

Oh, probably the jacket can't go through the floor.

Eventually it gets picked up again—seemingly from above?  It's hard to say—and shrugs itself onto something.

We're here.