He had no idea that the afterlife would be this boring.<br/><br/>It was the same stuff over and over again. Sure he could sneak into every new movie that came out, but not being alive made action, romance and even documentaries loose it's appeal. It was like everything he saw was meant for the living alone, like he was excluded.<br/><br/>Sure he saw other spirits and ghosts before, but they were scarce and they never did stay around long enough to keep him company for long. They always seemed to cross over before he got too close to someone.<br/><br/>And it's not like anyone living could see him, or pay him any attention.<br/><br/>Nate sat atop a light pole, head tilted towards the dark sky which seemed to threaten to pour on him at any moment. It wasn't like it mattered. It's not like he could get wet anyway. He couldn't feet anything anymore. No pain, or pleasure. Not able to be itchy or sick. Not even able to taste food or get drunk.<br/><br/>He felt numb all over. Like the only thing that he could feel was his own feelings, whether he was happy or sad, laughing or mad. He was truly separated from this world, yet still bound to it.<br/><br/>Hearing some voices he glanced down to see someone leaning against his light pole, then they all made their way towards a nearby car, he spotted a Ouija board in the girl's arms. From what he heard before, even while half paying attention, they were going to try and talk to a ghost tonight, probably the one around Lindberg. He had been there before, but the ghost there was odd even to him. It was like he was too far away from the physical world to be noticed. Sure he was able to do a few things that people thought were odd, but it seemed like he was a bound ghost, unable to leave the dilapidated house. Nate chuckled to himself. He would go mad too if he were bound to a specific location, unable to go out and see new things. He was starting to feel it now even with his freedom. The thought of an eternity like this was too overwhelming.<br/><br/>As they began piling into the car, Nate thought he would tag along on a whim, drifting down to pass through the hood of the car's trunk, coming to a rest inside where he focused his astral energy on the tire iron inside. Now holding onto the iron, he would be dragged along inside the car instead of just passing through the back of the car once they started along.<br/><br/>It's not like he had to hide either, but it was a habit he had. Just in case...