"Well, it's not like they come with a bloody manual, do they?" Nathan asks, staring at the guy as he takes another hit off his joint. Right now, given everything, he doesn't think he wants to share. "Just, boom, hit by lightning, by the way now you can read someone's thoughts or you can turn back time or turn invisible. Took me dying to work out what mine was and now I've got two."

Behind him, the ghost continues to mutter and Nathan heaves a sigh.

"Fuck off, will you?" he asks, turning to the ghost. "I'm not starting up some therapy office for ghosts and all their unfinished business. You can find someone who cares about whatever the hell you are."