Time Raiders: The Avenger
The dead woman sighed. Her voice sounded wistful and more than a little nostalgic. "It's pretty here, isn't it? There is something restful about all this open space."
"You're dead, Andred. Isn't everything restful to you?" Alex said, lifting a brow at the semitransparent woman who leaned against the low wooden fence beside her.
"Do not be so literal. I am quite certain you are very aware that just because one is dead doesn't mean one is at rest." The spirit paused and gave Alex a knowing, sidelong look. "Your fear of leaving here is irrational."
Alex frowned. The two things that had surprised her most about ghosts when she first started seeing them the year she turned six were they were so damn nosy, which made them ubergossips, and they were so damn free with their advice. As if dying turned them into talk show hosts.
"Look, I'm not afraid of leaving here. I just don't like to. Even you said how restful this place is, and I love Oklahoma's Tallgrass Prairie. Not to mention my job's here—why should I want to leave?"
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