Oswald had been running for what seemed like hours, he couldn’t get the haunting words of ‘Jesus Christ Superstar’ (with a lilt towards and old folks home) out of his head.
          "I’ve lost the naked girl…I’ve lost my friends…I’ve lost my scooter…" he grumbled. "I’ve lost the naked girl," he grumbled louder.
          Oswald heard a clanking noise and quickly darted over to a wall, he leaned flat against it and began to creep around the corner. He decided it would be easier to back his way around it so he wouldn’t have to see what was coming. He was nearly around when his butt brushed up against something. Oswald froze. He could hear his heart pounding. He swallowed deeply and looked out the corner of his eye. A shadowy figure was behind him. What to do? Was it one of the funny people? There was only one thing to do, Oswald hurriedly turned around, caught sight of the figure and let out a piercing scream.

          "Oh my god that was Oswald," Kate gasped.
          "Poor naive Oswald…I’ll miss him," Drew sighed.
          "Drew, he’s not dead," Kate hissed. "Come on," she added, grabbing the book in one hand and Drew’s arm in the other and dragging him back into the maze of glass corridors.

          "Oswald you moron it’s me," Lewis snapped.
          "How do I know you’re not really one of the funny people?" Oswald panted defensively.
          "They’re not funny people, they’re ghosts," Lewis breathed.
          "GHOSTS," Oswald screamed and keeled over.
          "Well there you go…I’ve know him all these years and yet I didn’t know he was petrified of spooks," Lewis mused opening a new Buzz beer.