I am waiting for my bus for Denver. It stops in Iowa City at 3:45 AM in the middle of the night... Doug and Ryan went to bed, and I tell one last story of mine from high up on my balcony while watching those who are still awake walking by at this late hour...
On the way to the bus station, on deserted streets, I come across an ectoplasmic silhouette coming out of of the somber night... A strange and mysterious feeling creeps over my body. A church in the background makes me feel like it's a real ghost... Jack's ghost..?!
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