"Jimmy Conway..."
The horror world seems to be forever filled with howling cold winds, with dry yellow leaves constantly curling up like never-ending yellow sand.
The familiar black baseball cap, the comforting feel of the willow nailed jacket, and the red hair, purple hair standing next to him.
Damn this day, the wind and sand have blurred the eyes!
"Tommy DeVito! It's really you, my baseball ghost brother!"
The baseball ghost is as enthusiastic as ever, running up to hug Alexander tightly, extremely excited: "I didn't expect, I didn't expect us to meet so soon!"
"Yeah, I didn't expect it to be so soon!" Alexander hugged him tightly as well, looking up at the sky.
This way, tears won't fall.
It's not that Alexander is being overly sentimental. Having experienced the complexity of human nature and how it's deeply ingrained, friends have always been abundant in both past and present lives.
