"Luke?" Tim said unsure of what was going on.
"The one and only," Luke replied smiling. His appearance was shabby with an arm missing, his clothes were torn and there were several scars on them, he had lost a lot of weight and had dark bags under his eyes.
Tim walks towards him and wants to poke him only for his finger to pass through.
"A ghost?" he asked.
"As alive as I can ever be," Luke said happily.
Tim took a deep breath. "Is that something I should be worried about?"
"Oh," Luke said moving the dismembered limb around. "I lost my arm, I don't know how long it's been though," he said.
"You lost your arm?" Tim exclaimed no longer keeping his calm demeanor.
"Yes, and before we get deeper into that... Hey, Chin, nice to see you are growing well... How is your brother?"
"He's fine," Chin replied standing up and walking closer to him. "When are you coming back?" she asked sadly.
