he wanted to see her again.

but ghosts are transparent.

one day, the circus came into town.

it was elusive. it appeared suddenly, and he had envisoned something.

there would be a psychic.

someone who could see ghosts.

someone who could see her.

he went to the circus, entering a world full of popcorn, caramel, sticky fingers and smiling mouths.

it was odd. he didn't expect anything interesting, but there it was, a circus.

he went to the circus and read a sign on a tent.

"psychic," the sign said.

he sighed.

the man entered the tent.