Ghost Town Page #10

You couldn't even get his dream right!

No, because he told me the wrong

dream to try to make me look bad.

He stitched me up.

Then what's the right one?

Well, he's not here right now, is he?

- I can't check with him.

- Oh, that's convenient.

No, it's not convenient.

It's really inconvenient.

Listen, I'm not a liar, okay?

I've been a lot of things.

I've been cold, selfish, self-centered.

I'm not a liar and I'm not lying now.

Gwen, I've lived more

in the last few days

that I've spent with you, since I died,

than I ever lived before I died,

back when I was living, the first time.

Right? Do you know what I mean?

Nope.

Right. I'm born and then...

Someone call an ambulance!

Try to get help!

Somebody do something!

Oh, my God.

Now that is a real shame.

You were really getting

somewhere with her, too.

- What's happening?

- You ate it, pal.

Goddamned MTA strikes again.

These drivers, I mean,

it's a menace, right?

No! No, I'm not dead!

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

I'm sorry, kiddo.

Come here, you. Kind of nice.

- Feels good.

- I was just getting started!

Everything else, every minute up till now

has just been a waste of time!

Just a warm-up!

Yeah.

- This is the worst part.

- Somebody do...

- Watching her cry.

- Do something!

Knowing she needs somebody to

comfort her and knowing it can't be you.

Has anyone called 911?

- Wait a minute.

- You got to be kidding me.

Well, call them!

- Wait a minute.

- Space! Give me space!

He's doing CPR. He knows CPR.

Of course! He knows CPR.

Give him space, he needs space.

He's probably gonna

cut open your chest

and massage your heart back

to life with his bare hands.

Oh, Lord! Spare this man!

Okay, I really can't take

this guy anymore.

Honestly, really, I can't.

Come on!

Hey, Pincus, there's something

I should tell you.

It might come in handy

if you make it back.

You're gonna help me? Why?

Those tears she's crying,

those are for you, now.

Listen up.

I think my ride's here.

Dr. Pincus, always good to see you.

What happened?

You crossed the street when it said,

"Don't walk."

Not much of a lawsuit, I'm afraid.

Gwen.

Was there a woman here?

It's possible, but if she was unable

to provide proof of kinship,

security would have escorted her

off the premises.

Nice work, guys.

- You went darker.

- I went darker, yes.

Looks good. Makes your eyes pop.

Okay, Mr. Goldman, six months.

Remember, only floss

the ones you wanna keep.

Hi.

I didn't know you were back.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I thought you were in Egypt.

I felt like sticking around. You're okay?

Yeah. Under the circumstances.

You know, I tried visiting you

at the hospital, but they wouldn't...

Yeah, they run a tight ship over there

at Cooperative Institutional

Health Bastards.

You okay?

I have bad molar contact.

Sit down.

I was wondering if you had that seen to.

I'm not. I actually made

the appointment with Dr. Prashar.

- Oh, no, of course. No... He's...

- Well, I didn't know...

He's a lovely man.

And he's a better dentist than me,

but don't tell him I said so.

Anyway, I'm glad to see

you're looking well.

And you.

He's eight years old.

- Sorry? What?

- Frank.

In his dream. The real one.

And he's walking in the woods

with his dad.

He's holding hands,

but then suddenly, his dad's not there.

He tries to find his way back

the way he came,

but he keeps ending up

back where he started,

and that's his nightmare.

That he's lost

and he can't find his way home.

That's it.

Do you still see him?

He found his way home.

That's good.

It hurts when I smile.

I can fix that for you.

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