Skipper and William began to walk around New York's Central Park, just a way to have something to do. "Look, we're in the District," detto William, pointing at a small lamp post. "Look here, I'm not trying to make te look dumb, but that's a lamp post," detto Skipper. "No, it's the District, look...." pointed William. Skipper then looked closely at the lamp post, then it shone brilliantly and beamed at their feet, soon after, several human ghosts, all in army uniforms, began to march off to the light's beam. "These be all the men and women that have died for humanity's greed for the black menace, the pure terror, and the damnation of innocent lives" detto William. "What's the Pure terror?" asked Skipper. William paused on it and watched the souls passing over. "Death da worship. Religious cults and Evil forces, all shrouded da a curtain of deception, also known as preaches of the religion," detto William. Skipper watched as the various ghosts, some disemboweled o massacred, passing to the other side. "Would I pass over through the District?" asked Skipper. "No, the Deadlight District only passes over those who died in the army, while attacking," detto William.
"Then why are there only a few hundred then? Why not the thousands dead?" asked Skipper. "The spirits wander on the earth for a certain 'Waiting period' before they can go to the other side...." detto William solemnly. "What is the Damnation of Innocent lives then?" asked Skipper. "The Genocides and mass-killings there is today, no more, no less," detto William. "You must encounter the other side often? te are very bright soldier," detto Skipper. "I seclude myself to the sites at times I feel alone," detto William. "Oh, okay.... I think I've seen enough of the afterlife, I just....." trailed off Skipper. "Your team? te miss your family?" asked William. "Yeah, I mean, it does get awfully lonely out here," thought Skipper. "I've been alone my whole life, never paid attention to it, better to learn alone than with distractions," detto William. "That's true, and I'm gladly surprised te think so, but there's the feeling of deprivation," detto Skipper. "Yeah, I know, I've been used to it, say, do te want to go back to the HQ?" asked William. "More than ever!!!" detto Skipper. "I think I might find a way to help te back, maybe....." detto William. Skipper smiled a bit and felt good inside.
"Anything else te might need to ask Skipper?" asked William. "No, I'm exhausted, all this floating around and stories, and questions, I'm fine," detto Skipper. "Alright, but remember what they say at times, Don't pass out, when there's permanent markers about!!" detto William chuckling. "Yeah, I can relate to that perfectly," smiled Skipper, laying back and looking at the pitch-black sky. "We are Friends for all the time te got here!! And no one can stop that," detto William, yawning and laying down. "Oh, te go to sleep little cadet," detto Skipper, closing his eyes and sleeping. "Oh the old saints, the freaking saints, the freaking saints will never come, they'll never come in the freaking bayou, oh the saints ain't coming home," sang William.