Ghost Page #3

That'll do it every time.

Poor bastard.

You may as well get used to it.

You could be here

for a long while.

Come here.

I'll tell you a secret.

Doors ain't as

bad as you think.

Zip-zap - ain't

nothing at all.

You'll see.

You'll catch on.

He ain't going to make it.

I've seen it

a million times.

He's a goner.

You see?

Here they come.

Lucky bastard!

It could have been

the other ones.

You never know.

Who are they?

No!

Help me!

Oh God.

Help me.

I am sunk in the

abysmal swamp

where there is no foothold.

I have reached

the watery depths.

The flood overwhelms me.

I am wearied with calling.

As we say farewell to

our friend, Sam Wheat

we are reminded

of his kindness

his generosity

his buoyancy of spirit.

All that we treasure

our loved ones

our friends

our body

our mind

are but on loan to us.

We must surrender

them all.

We are all travellers

on the same road

which leads to

the same end.

As our loved one

enters eternal life

Iet us remember that love,

too, is eternal.

That although

we will miss him

our love will light the void

and dispel the darkness.

I picked up your

shirts today.

I don't know why.

Mr Reynolds told me

to tell you "hello."

I broke into tears.

It's like I think about

you every minute.

It's like I can still feel you.

I'm here, Moll.

Floyd, what's the

matter, kitty?

What's the matter?

Crazy cat.

Sam?

It's stupid.

I love this picture.

It's great.

Office.

Let me see that.

- It's a...

- Sam's address book.

Right.

Dave Brubeck,

New Port, 88.

- Should I toss them?

- No.

No? Molly, we hated

that concert.

You wanted to save those?

Rolaids?

Molly, what are you doing?..

I just miss him, Carl.

Me, too.

Carl?

- Yeah?

- Wait a minute. Wait.

- What?

- Not that one.

- Wich?

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean

to put that on there.

It's OK.

Hey, Moll.

Why don't you come?

It's like summer outside.

No, I really...

I'm not up for it.

Come on, Moll, just for a walk.

It would be good for you to get out.

I don't want to.

You can't stay

in here all day.

- It's not healthy for you.

- Look Carl, I can't do it!

You're not the one who died.

- I'm sorry.

- Don't apologise.

Sh*t.

Maybe you're right.

- Maybe a short one.

- That a girl!

- I'm sorry.

- Don't worry about it.

Molly!

What are you doing here?

Bastard.

You son of a b*tch!

What do you want?

Molly?

Molly, get out!

God.

No, Molly!

No, please.

Molly!

He's got a gun, Molly!

Hi, kitty.

You hurt her...

OK...

Sh*t!

Is somebody there?

Hello?

Hello?

Let go!

What are you doing?

Like trains?

Stay out!

This is mine.

Sh*t.

It's me.

I couldn't get it.

She came home.

Give me a couple of days.

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