Oh yeah, no, I believe you. I hate when ghosts do that... for us, it's a doomsday clock.

[ Ghosts were pretty unfortunate, though -- Ryan was a very physical fighter, making him useless against incorporeal beings. ]

After I left home, I worked as a courier. It was a means to an end, I was actually just trying to find my dad, so it was something that paid well enough and took me to the places I wanted to go. Recently, though, I've been working as a kind of... bounty hunter. Not my first choice, but it's... well, it's something.