Ghostfinders 03 -Ghost of a Dream

know I never meant to hurt you, Alistair,” said Benjamin.
    “Of course I know,” said Alistair. “I’ve always known.”
    “Then why did you wait so long, to call us back?” said Elizabeth.
    “It’s not easy, being a ghost,” said Alistair. “It took me years to raise the power to do the job properly. My return had to be…dramatic. As was my death.”
    “You always were an old ham,” said Benjamin.
    “What do you mean—old?” said Alistair.
    They laughed lightly together. Three friends again.
    “Go on with your show,” said Alistair. “And I’ll go on…to the bigger show that’s waiting.”
    Elizabeth looked at him searchingly. “You can see it?”
    “I seem…to sense it,” said Alistair. “Okay, that’s it. No more hanging around. I’m off. Break a leg, my dears.”
    “Do you want your body buried properly?” said Benjamin.
    “No,” said Alistair. “Leave me where I am. Where I’ve always felt I belonged.”
    He turned away and disappeared, like a turned-offlight. Gone, finally. They could all feel the difference in the atmosphere: like an actor who’s finished his last scene and walked off stage.

    They walked back through the auditorium. Up the central aisle, surrounded by broken chairs and shattered rows, courtesy of the Phantom of the Haybarn. Benjamin and Elizabeth were already quietly discussing how the hell they were going to sell this to the insurance people. The whole place seemed quiet, calm, at peace with itself.
    When they arrived at the great gap where the swing doors had been, JC hung back, to let the others go through ahead of him. He stopped, to look back at the stage. And there, in a single spotlight from nowhere at all, the Lady in White and the Headless Panto Dame were waltzing silently together.
    Because the show, the great Dream of Humanity, must always go on.