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It's been a little over a year since the Shattering. And, for Richie Valentine, it's been quite a long year at that. It's not bad enough that his whole world has been destroyed, oh no, fate just has to spit on him some more. He wasn't even able to be there for his friends when they passed on, nor for his family. Whoever decides what deaths need his personal attention apparently didn't think people he loved were important enough for him to oversee.

Bastards.

When it started, it had been horrible. Being rushed from one place to another, never any time to slow down, never any time to enjoy the sights, just show up, cleave the soul with his blade, move on to the next one. Like some kind of twisted assembly line of reaping. No one even bothered explaining to him what was going on, he had to figure it out all by his lonesome.

So now he travels the world on his pale skateboard, collecting souls that need to be released from this mortal coil with his silvery katana, storing them in his dark hoodie for whatever purposes. The demand has slowed a lot. He's picking up one soul a day when it's busy, one a week most of the time. Leaves a boy with a lot of time to explore.

Which all goes to explain why there is a young man in a dark sweatshirt riding a skateboard up to the Cooper Farm. It's a place some of the dead have talked about, and somewhere he hasn't had cause to show up. But there are ghosts here, he can feel, and some of them might need help passing on. (another one of those duties he had to figure out for himself.) And, if they don't, well, a little human contact would be nice.

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She nodded, "Uh-huh, you heard of them? Or even the movie since I heard there's been a couple."

"Oh, yeah, the movie was awesome. All the shooting and the crazy ghosts and 'Ray, if someone asks you if you're a god, you say YES!'" Richie laughs, for the first time in a long time.

"God, that was an awesome movie."

"My dad says the first one was pretty close to what happened, but the second one wasn't."

"No Vego?" or whatever his name was. "No dancing toaster? No walking statue of liberty?"

"Well, no, a lot of that they got right, but there was more blasting with Viggy. Heck, they still got some samples of mood slime in the lab. Uncle Egon and Ray still poke at it when business is slow."

His eyes go wide with delight. "Oh, that sounds like fun."

"Yeah," She smiled, but with a touch of sadness to it. She really missed home.

"You okay?"