"Consider yourself lucky," Nathan says honestly, then leans close to the guy. "Are you dead, mate? Are you a fuckin' ghost?"

The guy just disappears, which tells Nathan pretty much everything he needs to know, he figures, and he sighs, rolling his eyes skyward again. Not that he believes in god, he's pretty sure that whole thing is a load of bullshit, too, but he's not sure who else to blame for the magical lightning that struck him, made him immortal, and also made him see ghosts, apparently.

"Well, that's new," he says to Marianne. "And a power I could do without. I wonder if I can get a refund on that one."