It’s so sad how some people think they can get away with anything. The other day Ghost Car, Ghost Cow and I were driving to the cinemas to see that new Marble movie, The Team That Fights Evil, when we got harassed again. As tends to happen, Ghost Car and I shrugged it off, because we understand that people are just afraid of what they don’t understand. Ghost Cow, however, didn’t take it well. He began to have a panic attack and started screaming that he didn’t want to be a ghost anymore. It was really upsetting, and we couldn’t even go see the movie.
Since then, Ghost Cow has started getting hyperbaric oxygen therapy near Melbourne, which is kind of weird since he technically doesn’t need to breathe. Actually, that’s a huge understatement, because he can’t breathe. We’ve tried explaining that to him, but he won’t listen. So for the last few days, it’s only been me and Ghost Car out on the streets, just like the good old days. I think the best part about being ghosts is that we can drive as fast as we want with no consequences. Of course, there’s no real thrill without being able to feel the wind rushing past us, but there’s not much we can do about that.
I hope that Ghost Cow calms down soon. As much as I like hanging with Ghost Car, our group is lacking that special golden trio dynamic that we had going. I miss Ghost Cow’s witty comments and the banter between us all. I’m glad he can take some comfort out of his hyperbaric chamber, but we need him back. I’m worried that the group will split without him, and Ghost Car will go join the rallies for Autocracy, which is the last thing we want. He says he’s not interested in politics, but if I was a car, I’d certainly be listening to the rallying and protests.
– Ghost Driver