Chapter 3Brody did as he’d promised. Saturday morning, he and the others laid out all the facts Daw needed to know about what his abilities and limitations were now that he, too, was a ghost.
“You’re going to be very frustrated at first, because you can’t move anything.”
“I already know that,” Daw shot back. “Picked up on it the first time I couldn’t open a door, yesterday, where I died.”
“It’ll get better,” Jon promised. “Until then, you can go through walls and ceilings to get where you’re going.”
“Know that, too,” Daw grumbled. “A lot of good it does, though. I can’t lift my backpack or open the damned thing. Can’t pick up a fork to eat with. Yeah, yeah, I get that we don’t eat but the idea’s the same. It’s like…like being a newborn baby. I can’t do anything by myself except move ar
