Tyson was standing in the airport holding a bag containing clothing he had gotten at the refugee camp. He was stuck there for about two weeks before they released him. He would have been stuck there longer if his father hadn’t arranged the required paperwork.

Laughter filled the arrivals’ waiting area. Most of his friends had already found their families and were about to head home. His parents hadn’t arrived yet. Supposedly, his mother was on her way. She said she was too busy and was going to be late. His dad had a very important company meeting. Not that being alone bothered Ty but still... he felt a little sad. Everyone around him looked happy. He was supposed to be the center of attention, wasn’t he? He was the richest among all and he had his birthday not so long ago. Yet, everyone seemed to be ignoring him.

Then he looked at his friends: only Zeno was waving goodbye. Ty's view of his friend was although obscured by a long, wavy lock of red hair. He sighed while waving back.

“At least you could be a bit more transparent,” he murmured. “You know, like normal ghosts.”

The red-haired ignored him.

“If it is true you caused the tsunami, I will never forgive you.” He still hesitated to believe the ghost had done anything. Maybe she'd just blackmailed him, knowing the natural disaster was supposed to happen without her interfering with nature. But he saw everything with his own eyes and he was still doubting himself. After all, maybe his mind was indeed playing tricks on him and what he saw was just his imagination.

The red-haired was still there standing in front of him facing away in the direction of the receding wave of people and Ty`s friends.

She is not real. Wake up.

“Ty!” A loud female shriek echoed in the distance. “I am so glad to see you!” Soon after, a beaming middle-aged lady - who looked exactly like Ty but in a female version - appeared in the crowd with at least three bodyguards behind her.

Mum and her flashy lifestyle, thought Ty but he still smiled back at her. He felt relieved to see at least one of his family members after a long time. Despite his father's suggestion to just hire a bodyguard to pick him up from the airport, his mother insisted on coming to see him personally. She could get sometimes a bit too worried because she feared that her son might yet again get mentally sick or see ghosts. So she made sure to always ask how he was at least twice a day.

As the lady hugged his son, the red-haired ghost regarded her with interest. Ty rolled his eyes. He did not like how she showed an interest in his family member because it meant to him that she might consider hurting his mum. Or rather tricking her into doing something silly like she tricked Zeno into kissing Ty. He flinched at the painful memory... He would rather not let the redhead close to anyone. 

Tyson was taken home with his mother in a limousine like a celebrity. Their home, fortunately, wasn’t too flashy, just a two-story building with jacuzzi and a private indoor pool, gym, and sauna. Ty`s room was located upstairs. It had a brown wooden floor and all of his belongings. Mostly assets from his martial arts training. Three punching bags hanged from the ceiling, a large heavy bag, an uppercut bag and a smaller speed bag for quick light workouts. He also had a small climbing wall with a thick gym mat. Ty liked having everything in one room. It just made it easier for him to train better. He wouldn't have to go to a gym if he wanted to train. It was there right in front of him.

When he was younger, he did not have to worry about the house chores. Though after being diagnosed with schizophrenia, it was suggested he did various physical activities, such as taking care of his own bedroom or doing sports regularly. Thus the servants never came into his room to clean. Before he left, he forgot to empty the trash and do the laundry, so now his socks and clothing were lying all over the place. It stank badly.

“Ugh! I`ll have Vanille get in here!” said his mother, after escorting him into his room.

“No need to, I'll get it, Mum,” said Ty automatically, as he was taught during his childhood.

“But you have just got home! Relax!”

“Mum, I am not a kid anymore, don’t worry!”

He also realized he wanted to ask some more questions of the red-haired ghost. In the refugee camp, he did not get the opportunity to be alone with her. Well, except in the toilet, but that did not seem private enough to him and a random woman staring at him was not the greatest feeling while he relieved himself. Most of the time she ignored him, so communicating with her turned out to be quite difficult. He still didn’t even know her name.

His mother observed him thoughtfully for a second.

“Alright,” she said. “I get the servants to prepare some food for dinner. They should be here in half an hour to check on you.”

“Mum!” Ty cried out. His mother gave him a stubborn look. When she got serious, she was not going to change her decision no matter what. That was one thing that Ty knew well. He sighed and nodded. His mother smiled again then left, shutting the door behind her. The red-haired girl’s gaze followed her in awe.

“She is pretty isn’t she?” Ty asked to break the silence. He did not like the redhead due to her previous behavior during his birthday but he realized he might get her to talk with a friendly approach. He was itching to know more about the tsunami, why she returned from his childhood and why she was haunting him again and he had so many other questions, too. The girl jumped as she got surprised by his sudden friendly approach. She slowly nodded, cautious. Ty continued:

“What’s your name? I know we have been together for some time but I never actually bothered to inquire because I thought you were just a ghost.”

“I am not a ghost,” the red-haired snapped immediately.

“Okay, Iamnotaghost, Ty teased her. He tried keeping his calm with her and acted patiently. It was difficult. How could he talk to a supposed murderer?

That’s a nice name,” He continued, “So what brings you here to Earth and how come you are not enjoying the afterlife in heaven?”

The redhead kept silent and folded her arms. It was clear from her posture that she did not appreciate the jokes. Ty decided to punch a bag closest to her.

“Bitch,” he whispered. He was usually a patient fellow but not when dealing with this person, who clearly possessed him and did not have the intention of letting him go. That girl did not deserve anything for ruining his life and for ruining the lives of many others with the tsunami if the natural disaster was indeed her doing.

“I saved you,” said the girl as if she knew what he was thinking about.

“But you killed the others! Or let them die, there is no difference!”

The girl just sighed and sat down on Ty’s bed. She gazed upon his back. Ty stopped punching, feeling her stare on his back, despite not looking at her. They were motionless for a moment.

“Elinor,” she whispered. Ty did not move.

“I was alive for a while,” Elinor continued. “somewhere. But I don’t ever remember dying -”

“Your problem is easy to solve, you suffered a violent death.” Ty cut in without turning around. He knew it from other ghost stories he had read or watched when a spirit did not remember dying, it was either due to an accident or a murder. Thus, the conclusion always was that the ghost must have suffered a violent death.

“I don’t think so. If that was the case, I would not be connected to you. I feel what you feel. At least most of the time.”

“Then you shouldn’t have injured me in the first place!”

“You feel angry, scared and unstable.”

“I don’t know how you would feel if a ghost was residing in you ready to take over your body anytime.”

The girl chuckled.

“I can’t take over you that easily,” she flipped her hair over her shoulders. “You have quite the willpower. But for me, you are the intruder. The only thing I remember is that I was alive and living my dream life and then one day I woke up with you when you were just a child. I had to wait until you grew up to be able to contact you.”

“Such a sad story,” said Ty, not feeling a tiny bit of sadness for her situation. However, he noticed he just got some information which he could use to know more about her and thus get rid of her as soon as possible. “What kind of life were you living and just how old were you supposed to be in your dream life?”

“I was probably 20 years old when I became a famous model. Look me up online, I am sure you will find me!” she stood up in excitement.

“Oh, I don’t wanna,” answered Ty, pouting like a child. His irony was absolutely ignored by the girl. She also began to answer his questions properly. For some reason that did not seem entertaining for him.

“Type Elinor Sonel,” she spelled and grabbed a mesh chair closest to his computer table and urged him to sit down. Ty concluded that she can affect the physical world by grabbing objects and moving them around. He thought it might be worth paying closer attention to what she was doing for gathering more information about her. She tapped with her feet impatiently until Ty went to the table and did as she told him so. Ty turned on his two-year-old Toshiba and waited for it to finish booting. He could have just used his phone, he realized, but the girl was leaning over the screen, tapping her fingers. When everything finished loading, she became more excited.

“You will see, I am telling the truth!” she noticed how Ty was watching her in disbelief.

He typed the words exactly as the woman spelled it out to him in the search engine:

ELINOR SONEL SUPERMODEL

Their attention was fixated on the screen. They found nothing about her. She seemed genuinely baffled.

“Well, from what I can see, there are a few cat pictures, some interior design, somebody’s blog, a bunch of people on a demonstration and three Asian girls. Oh, and there is a wig manufacturer and a book about architecture. Good going supermodel! Weren't you supposed to be famous enough to be on the top of the search engine results? ”

Elinor pouted. “Those are not all Asians,” that was all she said. Then “Try again. You may have mistyped it!”

They double-checked the name. No mistake. She was nowhere to be found.