"N-Naked!?" exclaimed the confused brother though the evidence sat before him in all of its slender glory. He blushed and though he turned his back to her on command he couldn't help but notice the way that his body had begun to heat up at the realization of his sister's nakedness. It was a strange sort of feeling, one he'd felt for other girls before but never for his sister. Somehow it also felt strangely familiar, this heated and excited feeling that his sister stirred within him. Where could such a thing be coming from, he wondered? Maybe it was just his hormones running wild. That had to be it.<br/><br/>While he waited for his sister to dress his eyes scanned around the room before him. It was the same as he remembered it, everything about it, it looked the same, it even smelled the same, and in fact it felt like he had just been in here yesterday. Had he been? Maybe his death really had been a dream after all. A dream that had felt very real but a dream nonetheless. Or was this a dream? Did the dead dream?<br/><br/>He turned back toward her when she began to speak and he raised a curious brow at her response. "You feel bad?" he questioned, unsure of what she meant. Why would she feel bad? She had not done anything that he could remember. Though he had to admit he felt like he was missing a few memories. Then she called him a ghost and the word hit him harder than he could have expected, and the word hurt. No, no, he wasn't a ghost! He couldn't be! No, he was alive! Being dead was all just a terrible nightmare! "W-What do you mean? I'm... I'm not a ghost!" he responded with a nervous chuckle and took a few steps toward her, he reached out with his right hand and, to his relief, he touched her shoulder. He could feel her left shoulder, he could feel the T-shirt, the warmth of her skin, the weight of her hair at his fingertips. "See...?"<br/><br/>Even just that small touch made his body tingle.<br/><br/>But Caillen explained things as though he truly had died, and that she had somehow resurrected him, but that was impossible, wasn't it? Was she just playing some prank on him? If so he didn't find this particular prank to be very funny. What she was saying didn't make any sense, none of it did. Well, maybe that wasn't entirely true, it did make sense if he went with the idea that he truly had died, but he didn't want to think about that possibility.<br/><br/>"C'mon, sis, you have to be joking, right? This isn't funny," he told her, the concern clear in his voice, his hand slipped from her shoulder. "I think you've been watching too many horror movies. Look, I'm right here, there aren't any ghosts here... You just had a bad dream." But was he trying to convince her of that or himself?