"But that wouldn't achieve anything..." Rose stopped smiling, thinking about what Paris had told him. A spirit that was in pain...? He hadn't even thought that ghosts could feel anything other than sadness or anger. Or was the man in pain? He sighed a shook his head, moving closer to the man and lightly touching Paris' hand which gripped his walking cane. A strange pile of sensations riddled his body and he quickly let go, gasping and finding a place to sit before he fainted from the dizziness. Chocolate and liquorice was in his mouth, as though he had just eaten the sweets. It brought back memories.

"The amount of people with loved ones hanging around them... You can't stop them all. What if he didn't believe you? You are supposed to be the sane one." He laughed, remembering the way he had been shunned as he grew up. He saw things and heard things no one else did. Even though he had a known condition, it didn't stop his parents from trying to send him to an asylum. "Don't get down about it, OK? The blue circles always get me down. We just gotta focus on today, alright?" But what had they planned for the day? Business was slow for the paranormal investigators. It had been weeks since they had been called. As he finished talking, he smelt watermelon and dug into his pocket, pulling out his cellphone and answering the call. He always had it on silent because the loud ringing would make him see nothing but darkness and blood-red. Instead, he could smell when someone called him.

"Hello, you are speaking with Rose Pweter," he looked to Paris, hoping the man knew he was on the phone. The voice on the other side was that of a woman's, a young lady by the sound of her voice. Rose could smell clean linen as she talked. He agreed to a meeting and hung up the phone, glancing to Paris again. "Well, there we go! We have a job! She wants us to contact the ghost in her house and try to find out who it is, what it wants and help it move on." Standard stuff, nothing too risky or hard to do.