I am Tia Tucker and I see dead people. Cra-a-ashh Yep. I'm pretty sure we've got ghosts here. Was I hiding? Why, yes, I was. Hello, drop dead freaking gorgeous! Wait a damn minute! I know this guy. Man of my dreams he is not... more like nightmares, at best. Ethan Wilson... A foul taste in my mouth at the memory that I kissed this guy in high school - with tongue! His lips hover near mine, a question in those blue eyes. I bite my bottom lip. I want to kiss him, damn it! But I shouldn't want to! This is insane. Woman. Mid-forties. Died while shopping at the comics store this morning. No foul play suspected. Oh come on, you know that's not how this is going to go right?