Life as a spirit was quite lonesome. You can't talk to anyone. You can't be seen by anyone. You can't talk to them. And there were other evil things and demons everywhere. Mostly they just passed you by, but if you made enough noise, they could see you.

But it wasn't all bad. June wasn't always alone. There were times that someone would come by, although fleeting, and he'd be able to play. He wasn't aloud in the realm of the living, like some spirits, so he was stuck in this plane. Sometimes spirits his age would play with him a little before moving on.

Tonight was one such a night.

Zeke muffled a yawn as he exited the subway. Normally he would have caught a ride home, but he stayed late at the library and now no-one was available to get him. He didn't mind much to ride the subway. Some of the people seemed iffy, but other than that, it was fine. He kept a tight hold on his bag as he walked the last few blocks to his house, not wanting to risk it being stolen from some guy in an alley.

He locked the door behind him when he entered his apartment, slipping off his shoes and dropping his bag by the door. He rubbed his eyes sleepily as he headed to his room. He had just enough energy left to change into some pajamas before dropping onto his bed, falling asleep rather quickly.

He wasn't sure why exactly it was that he was so tired lately. Sure, he's been staying up later than he probably should, but that wasn't his fault! Exams were coming up and he had to be ready. Whenever he goes to sleep though, his dreams are so vivid that they refresh him like they should, and he always wakes up tired.

He hoped that tonight would be different, but it was only a matter of seconds into his dream that he realized that wasn't going to be true. Everything just seemed so real and despite wanting to wake up, he found that he couldn't seem to until a certain amount of time has passed.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He might as well take a look around while he's here.

June glanced up from where he was, his face brightening as he saw someone. "H-Hello." he called, quickly coming over. Well, he started coming over quickly, but he slowed down as he was afraid of scaring the person--spirit. "Ah..Do you know where you are?" he asked curiously, stopping a few yards in front of him. Basing on his appearance, he seemed to have died in his sleep, perhaps. Or..No, he didn't FEEL dead. Oh, this was different.

"I...I like your pajamas.." he said, smiling as he fiddled with the hem of his own clothes.

Zeke looked around cautiously, not recognizing this place. It definitely wasn't someplace he's been too before. There didn't appear to be anyone around, which he wasn't sure was a good thing or not. Needless to say, when he heard someone speak, he jumped a little bit. He turned to look at the other, looking over him curiously. "Hello... Thanks." He said. His pajamas weren't anything special, but he wasn't going to say that. After all, it would be rude too. He shook his head slowly, looking around once more. "No.. I'm not sure where I am. Do you know?"

Ah, poor soul. Didn't know he was dead. Or..Was he? Something about his spirit felt...different. Alive. And he smelled sweet too. Oh so...so sweet. June found himself stepping closer, found himself feeling the pulse of life that came off like waves from his fellow spirit.

"I...I'm not so certain myself. It's...Just someplace else." he explained, touching his arm. He closed his eyes and swayed a little, leaning close to him. "What is your name? Where are you from?" So many questions he had!! But no..Not here. He felt thins moving closer. Dark things..."Come with me." he urged, gently grasping his hand and tugging him along.

Zeke tried not to frown. This boy didn't know where they were? But this was just a dream... He was supposed to know so that he could tell him so that he could wake up. He took a step back when the other stepped closer, not wanting to get too close. He didn't know this kid and didn't want him in his personal space. He opened his mouth to answer the questions, but snapped it shut when the next thing he knew he was being tugged along. "Where are we going?" he asked, cautious and curious.

June paused only a little to look back at him. "Ah..My place, I guess." He smiled, showing little dimples on his nearly round face. He continued to lead him along until they came across a home. A house surrounded an odd...almost purple mist. "Ah, watch your step. There are stairs." he smiled and led him up, into the house. They passed through the door with opening it, just mending through the cracks almost.

As they passed the living room, there were people sitting on the couch, watching TV. They seemed to be...washed out in color, while June and Zeke were vibrant. "Ah..Don't try to talk to them." he whispered into Zeke's ear quietly. "They kinda...freak out."

Zeke followed after this boy, curious, but mostly cautious. He's always been told not to go off with strangers, but since this was just a dream, he didn't see how it could hurt. But the caution he was feeling grew as they got to the house. That was... odd. His attention flickered down at the stairs, barely catching himself in time before he tripped. Once inside, he nodded slowly. "Okay..." he muttered, keeping his voice low. Those people in the living room didn't look to good and he already knew that he wasn't going to be going near them. He didn't really need the warning.

June smiled eagerly, leading him up the stairs and into the attic where they could talk freely without the others knowing about them. On occasion the veil would shift, and all of the spirits on the other side could be visible from a few seconds to a few minutes--and that always lead to problems like exorcisms and things.

As he settled down, crossing his legs, he never let go of his hand. There was something about the way he felt...June found himself stroking his thumb over the top of his hand, intrigued. He didn't feel like ghost..."You never told me your name or told me where you're from. I'm June!"

Zeke followed after June, shooting the people in the living room one last glance before they were out of sight. They were strange...He pushed the thought from his mind though. It wouldn't do him any good to think too much about it right now. There would be plenty of time for that later.

Once in the attic, he settled down across from this boy, wondering why he hadn't let go of his hand yet. He pulled it away gently, not wanting to be rude and just yanking. He didn't want to hurt the guy's feelings after all. "I'm Zeke." he greeted. He was silent for a second. "Why do you want to know where I'm from?" he asked, curious.

((I am so sorry it took so long to answer this! I've been a bit busy, so I do hope you can forgive me!))

June smiled, not at all put off by the retreat of his hand. He just stared at him with that awkward over-trusting smile you see in movies from a side character. "Well, This place.....not...Well...You could be from anywhere! I don't know how to explain it. But also, what do you remember last? Before meeting me, I mean." He moved around a lot as he spoke, and was very animated.