"Sounds like a plan," Charles grinned, risking another bigger bite from his food. He devoured it in two more bites, thanking Crystal over and over again. At least his stomach was getting better but he still felt sick and weak as they took off. He could have stayed in bed all day, but that wasn't an option. The living didn't know how good they had it... Though, ghosts never experience hangover due to them being... dead, so, fair exchange?

Either way, the beginning of the trip was like stepping out to World War 3, like all the light, the sounds, the... everything was almost too much. Everything Charles loved about being alive was now either annoyed him or made him sick.

But they made it, and the fresh air did help, but he would have died again without coffee.