“Hah! You can’t hit me. I’m a ghost!” Billy yelled at a runaway Hoover that had just shot at him with a strange looking device. It looked like it had missed, it went straight through his chest but all the same He felt strange.
Billy reached up to his face and lightly ran his fingers over his skin. It felt different, warmer. It tingled when the tips of his fingers rubbed the little hairs on his face. He placed his other hand on the opposite side of his face and pulled at his cheeks, smiling a wider smile then Spencer had ever seen. He started laughing and looked over at Spencer.
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