Drew wandered down a dark corridor humming the ‘Ghostbusters’ theme. He had finally regained his breath and was happy he hadn’t spotted any ghosts. Then he realised he didn’t have the ‘spectre specs’ on. He reached into his pocket and pulled a pair on, roughly making them sit over his own.
          As he looked ahead he felt a shiver run down his back. It was her in all her glory, it was the Lost Love. (Although he wondered how she got lost because she must have weighed over 300 pounds.)
          "Hi Drew," Nikki, his Lost Love, breathed.
          "Nikki…what happened to you?" Drew said softly.
          "What happened to me…WHAT HAPPENED TO ME…. Oh I’ll tell you…after I left I couldn’t diet…All I wanted to do was eat…One night I was desperate for food…the only thing I had left was a 2 litre bottle of chocolate sauce…I CHOKED TO DEATH DREW…" Nikki wailed.
          "That’s not a completely horrible way to die," Drew jeered.
          "I’m dead and it’s your fault," hissed Nikki, moving toward Drew.
          "I think it’s a bit late to be putting the blame…" Drew grumbled, edging backwards.
          "I wouldn’t be dead if I’d never met you…I curse the day I did…and to think I almost married you…I hate you Drew," Nikki spat.
          "Hey, there’s no need to get personal," Drew huffed.
          "Personal…you want personal…THE SEX WAS THE WORST I EVER HAD," Nikki screamed.
          "Oh…well…you weren’t that good either," Drew replied lamely.
          Nikki’s eyes twinkled and she produced a selection of vegetables. "Wanna guess what I’m going to do with these?" she grinned.
          "Not really…but I think Mr Wick might enjoy it more than me," Drew gasped, going wide-eyed.