I stopped crying and let go of the dog.

"Are you ok now?" He asked.

"Yeah, thank you." I replied, wiping away my tears.

"No problem. So what happened next?" The dog asked.

"I don't remember." I replied. "Sorry."

"No need to apoligise." He said.

"So what do you remember?" I asked him.

"Well. I remember I was an officer, and I had two police partners. I guess you could call them buddies. A polar bear named Poley, and a very strange man named Minitoon." He replied.

"Minitoon? That name sounds familiar..." I whispered.

"What was that?" The dog asked.

"Uh. Nothing!" I quickly said.

"Ok..." He looked at me suspiciously.

"So, what now?" I asked.

"We find somewhere to live." He replied.

"Live!?" I exclaimed.

"Well, not excactly live, because we're dead and can you really live during time like these?" The dog said. I bursted into tears again, and I put my head in my hands.

"Hey, hey. What's wrong?" He asked.

"It's just..." I wiped my tears and lifted my head. "I wish I remember what it was like... To... Live."

"Oh, I'm so sorry." He said.

"Don't be. I'm just being selfish." I crossed my arms.

"You are not. Any sane person would react like you if they were in our situation." He assured me.

"So... You're saying you're not sane?" I asked.

"Ok, I take it back. Any insane person would, because right now, I think I'm the only one that's keeping myself together." He said flexing his muscles. I giggled. He suddenly gasped. "Oh no... Turn around."

I looked behind me reluctantly. The black inky goo was back and it was engulfing all the trees and wooden cabins behind us. "AGH!" Fear crept over me. The dog grabbed my hand and we floated away as fast as we could. The black goo was getting a bit too close for comfort.

"Wait a second, if we're ghosts, shouldn't we get paranormal powers like telekinesis?" The dog questioned.

"That would make a lot of sense." I said.

"Let's test that theory then, shall we." The dog stopped fleeing which meant I did too. He put his hand out to a wooden axe nearby. It slowly lifted. He then made a slapping motion with his arm, the axe flew straight into the goo.

"Woah!" I exclaimed.

"Sick!" He agreed.

Though, it did nothing to help us...

"It's still coming for us!" I shouted.

"Uh oh. Uhhhhh... Improvisation!" He said. He pushed out his arms and it looked like he was concentrating. I decided to follow his lead. I assumed the stance of pushing something, just like he was doing. A headache appeared in my mind, and an excruciating pain appeared in the rest of my body. A tickling sensation appeared in my hands. I fought the urge to laugh or scream or do both at the same time. I opened my eyes. The black goo stopped in it's tracks. Then it slowly started retreating, spitting out all that it had engulfed. Of course all the things phased through it. Then, my vision started to blur and my hearing became muffled. I couldn't fight it anymore. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I stumbled backwards, then I wobbled and fell backwards as my eyes and consciousness closed...

*MOTIVATION RUSH! THANK YOU, PIGGY SONGS! MY HEROES!*