Ghost wasn’t quite sure where Old Crow had gotten to, just that he had to be close.

Always close.

Time had been slippery, memory more so, since Old Crow had tricked Ghost.

Ghost couldn’t recall how he’d tricked him. He just knew he had once been free, but now he was bound to Old Crow, unable to stray far away. Forever tethered.

Once Old Crow had gotten so mad at Ghost for trying to flee that he’d made it so no creature could see Ghost; that none of his loved ones would remember him.

Eventually the creatures came back around, but Ghost wondered if his loved ones remembered. Did he have loved ones?

Memory had been slippery.

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