How can this be happening?  It's almost as if it's at the tip of my tongue.

"I'm going by the Station," Victor paused for a second, unsure what to say, "Maybe someone know what's going on. Or, knows where to find the rest of you-"

My eyes widen; Victor slightly nodded and started to walk off, I followed.

Victor opened the passenger seat for me. I got in, looking around to see if anyone saw him, knowing he probably looked like a madman. He quickly closed the door, and got in on his side. He nervously put the key in the ignition, turned it on, and drove off.

I caught Victor looking at me from time to time, mostly during a red light.

"Yes?" I caved in and asked. 

"Ah-" He snapped his head back to the road.

I don't know why I'm a bit... snappy?

He's helping me, for fuck's sake. 

I would of walked away if I was in his shoes, and sure as hell wouldn't believe someone that said they saw a ghost... Spirit. Whatever.

"I'm sorry." I broke the silence.

"For what?"

"For... This. All of this. I just wanted to say thank you."

Victor's face became flushed. And once again the ride was quiet.

"Listen," Victor said as he parked his car in the parking lot, "I can't begin to even comprehend what's going on, especially for you. So," Victor gulped, "Don't say sorry, ever. You have nothing to apologies for," Victor turns off the car and cleared his throat, "And please, don't blame yourself for what happened. This isn't your fault."

I stared at Victor for awhile. And for a moment,

I could of sworn I felt a heartbeat.