"It was just luck or something," Tommy shrugs. The only that he's ever had. "I gotta go. Be good, okay?"

That's really all he's got. And he doesn't leave Billy to say goodbye. Just hangs up and starts running home. Doesn't want to be late.

Sure enough Tommy doesn't stop by that night. Or even the next. It's the day after that where Tommy shows up again, and he doesn't look the greatest. Somehow the injuries of his body seem to echo in the astral form, which is evident when he appears with a split lip. And he looks mopey.

"Billy?" he asks, his voice a whisper.