Melody's POV:

He thinks I'm crazy. He doesn't believe me and I guess it is a bit farfetched but I know what I saw. I saw a ghost, a ghost with track marks down her face, where she'd been crying, a look of abject desolation in her features.

I'm tired and it's making me testy, perhaps that's why I'm so p*ssed with him. I mean, realistically if he told me he'd seen a ghost I'd have laughed in his face so I know I'm being a two faced b*tch - massive double standards. Except I'm too ...