'...actually, no.'

They're in a bar. A dive bar, even. There's some quiet background music from the jukebox, and a fair few people milling around. A pool table, a dart board. All fairly standard, as he understands it. He never spent a lot of time in places like this, even in college, though he's not completely unfamiliar with the environment.

'I don't get it. Aren't I supposed to see a place I-'

The words dry up in his mouth. There's a guy sitting with his back to them, a little way up. While he can't see his face, he'd recognise the grey hair, and uniform, anywhere.

'...really?'

He glances towards the ghost.

'I can't talk to anyone, can I?'