He looked round at the group and shook his head. "I'm not sure who is crazier, you or me." he muttered, then sighed, almost theatrically loud. He licked his lips and nervously continued.<br/><br/>"Ok, let's say that I believe what you're saying. That I can really see ghosts, or spirits, or whatever these are. I mean, why? Why me? And what do they want me to do? I don't know what they want. It's not like I can just ask them ..." He paused and looked around. "Can I? I mean, if I can ask them what they want, find some way to send them back where they came from, they'll stop bothering me, right? Do I like, pass on messages to people. Tell them them their whatever relations they were are warm and happy and in a better place now?"<br/><br/>He looked around again. "Because those old ones, they don't seem real happy, and I'm not even sure what they want."