[He spends a full moment staring at it, even peering around in case there's any chance whatsoever that he just... missed it. That maybe they're still in there, hidden away.
But they're not.
There's nothing there.
It takes another moment for him to remember there's a cardboard ghost, but all he can do is numbly turn his gaze towards it. Whatcha doin, ghost?]
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But they're not.
There's nothing there.
It takes another moment for him to remember there's a cardboard ghost, but all he can do is numbly turn his gaze towards it. Whatcha doin, ghost?]