Saturday was in the past a day typically filled with cartoons and cereal and milk on the ottoman in front of the television.  This Saturday seemed to be no different as Lark was awakened by the quiet sounds of the television trying to eek out explosions and other sounds that went distinctly with Tom chasing Jerry.  Amber was in the living room kneeling in front of the television using the small coffee table as her tray watching cartoons with the volume turned low.

William was laying on the couch behind her staring at the ceiling.

"Morning," Amber said through a mouthful of Captain Crunch.  She swallowed and said, "Yeah, now that you mention it.  I felt a little like someone was rubbing my body all night.  Like an itch I could quite scratch.  Weird.  Little tired.  Heather never came home last night either."

"O’er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait, Making dead wood more bless’d than living lips," William said wiggling his incorporeal fingers in the air.

"I'll get scooby-doo and the gang on both issues," Amber said.

"Who?" William sat up looking confused but played with Amber's hair as only an incorporeal being could.  Amber shook her head and scratched her scalp, "Oh, I know, Heather had the PETA thing yesterday.  Maybe she got put in the slammer for pubic exposure."

"Public Exposure," Oak said whilst yawning and coming out of the bedroom in his boxers and heading to the kitchen.

"I said it right," Amber adopted a valley girl accent.

William shivers and makes a noise falling through the back of the sofa and crawling to his feet.  "That's not right," he says to no one in particular.

"I've got work," Oak says.  "Project is supposed to be done before the end of the week and I'm behind."

"I'll go, my organic cooking class is has had some great recipes that I need to gather up a few ingredients for.  I'll just change my outfit and be ready."  Amber seems to have forgotten the uneasy feelings of the night and goes to get herself ready.  William watches her go upstairs with a smile.

"You know, before I met you, I couldn't affect the living world in any way whatsoever.  How strange that she felt me.  Maybe we have a deeper connection.  I could court her through the veil via you, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night."

William followed Lark up the stairs and into the bathroom.  "Ok, talk to me.  It's been ages since I've been able to talk to someone, and now you are alone.  These one way conversations are usually what I experience.  Standing there in the theater I tell some lady that her kid is going to stick gun under the seat and what do ya know, he does it, but does she listen to me, no of course not, because she can't.  And here you are, we talked, we walked, I followed you home and you sat on me.  If I were alive and corporeal, that might be an exciting enticement, you are on a little on the skinny side and I prefer my women with a bit more meat, like back in the day.  But you are have to tell me that "I" wasn't dreaming, that "I" didn't completely lose my mind and follow someone home because "I" thought that they could talk to me."

In the course of his monologue Lark gets naked, adjust the water of the shower and climbs in with WIlliam climbing in behind her and standing first at the far end of the shower and as Lark turns under the shower head itself.  Lark can see that while William is not getting wet, a great deal of the water is actually not passing through him but bouncing off of him.  And the echo of his voice is resounding around the inside of the shower walls and frosted shower door.

"Never.  And I apologize, please convey my shame to your friend.  I've been a ghost for far too long and the rules change typically when you cross over.  The things that were taboo, such as taking a shower with another man's woman, for instance."  He steps out of the shower, the curtain moving where he passes through.   "Are not taboo when you feel you are no longer real.  Poltergeists are another story though.  They may have been immoral in life and even more so in death.  Their passion, pure willpower to be evil can sometimes manifest, though normally its unheard of to create such a situation.  I ran in a viking once who was terrible in life and even more so in death, though he stayed in Canada and one the day of his death he is most furious, he crushes crabs through the veil.  Strange fellow."

"Yes," William said just outside the curtain.  "Though it's not like it is in life.  We've no body to speak of, so just slapping someone or stabbing them ethereally will have no affect.  Pain now has to do with emotion and the mind.  The things that hold us to the quick are the source of pain and joy both.  As the physical things that we hold dear deteriorate it can be painful but its a long dull ache.  The dreams we held whence alive should forsooth bring unbridled happiness but the denial everlasting sadness.  It's difficult for a spectre to hurt another but possible.  It would take great amounts of effort and probably create new fetter.  I can keep a watch for foreign entity though, I am not afraid," William's tone takes a dramatic flare.  "Of all base passions, fear is the most accursed Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine, Let Henry fret and all the world repine. "

"The ties that bind," William said.  "A dream that should be fulfilled, an object that is dearly loved.  When all one's fetters disappear then so too often does the spectre itself.  That is for physical things.  For the none so exact, a dream such as performing for the Queen, never fades, and hope springs eternal." William struts a little around the bathroom careful not to bump into Lark.

"But if I could perform before the Queen, though I think a shower in the royal theater may be unwelcome.  Humph."

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