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"This doesn't bode well," whispered the Ghost through the hairnet, "Our real-time connection seems to be slipping!"
He was immediately bombarded with an overwhelming series of random images & sensations. "Please slow it down!" he begged.
"This is our nature," they murmured, but tried to comply.
Almost as quickly dissatisfied with less input as with more, he reconsidered his motives.
The hairnet considered his mind.
"WOULD...YOU...MAKE...IT...UP?" they asked, as if speaking to an idiot.
"Give me a break," he said, "I haven't had it very long."
They briefly considered how easy it would be to dissipate the ghost of a storm, but instead gathered around him supportively.
"This, too, is our nature," they told him.
The Ghost of Igor relaxed into their embrace, no longer wondering why he had stiffened in the first place.
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