This can't be happening to me, Gloria thought as she bent forward to gaze at her body plastered face down on the cobblestone walkway. She was naked save for a bright pink bath towel covered in kissy-face frogs wearing bright golden crowns and matching slippers. It was childish, she'd admit, but she never thought anyone would catch her dead in that outfit. Only now, she thought as she scanned the shocked faces of her neighbors and a few strangers, the whole town could see her!

Gloria grimaced, the thought of her clammy body and horrible fashion sense on the 8 o'clock news making her physically sick. Worse, she wasn't sure her new body could do anything to stop it. She looked down at her near translucent fingertips, so different from her honey-brown skin. She still felt human, but there was no way to explain how she was having a literal out-of-body experience without admitting she was now a ghost.

And, Gloria wasn't even a cool ghost at that! She couldn't make things levitate or drop the temperature around her. All she could do was float and stare, freak out, phase through other humans begging for help, then rinse and repeat. She'd worn herself out by the fifth time she repeated that cursed cycle, so Gloria had forced herself to just watch what would happen next. As the sound of sirens came closer and closer still, Gloria thought back to how she ended up face planting to her death earlier that evening. It all started with a kiss...