They met by accident on the sidewalk in front of the old folk’s home where they lived. Dark and 3:15 in the morning, neither saw the other till they each came to the walkway.
“You too?” Frank asked.
“Me, too,” Bill answered.
They headed up the walk to the front steps. That’s where Bill stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Frank asked.
“Forgot what I came back for,” Bill answered.
“Didn’t wanna admit it myself, but so have I,” Frank said.
“So, now what?” Bill asked.
“Since we’re spirits now, let’s go scare the shit outta Hal,” Frank suggested.
“Great idea,” Bill laughed menacingly.
Nowhere Nevada 