Here at the bar tonight, Britt was meant to meet a new man, a new producer interested in her talent and specialized in glamour roles – not like that distinctly unglamorous Hawaii dud Riggs had roped her into. And because ghosts pass through everything, living in a realm without matter where thoughts also reside, Riggs hears this and thinks: “You wanted Hawaii. You put that rope around your own neck, sweetheart, but I’m the one who croaked. Also, your new producer won’t be showing up, tonight or any other night, ever.” Because Riggs has taken action. He has resolved that for once in his frickin’ existence he will finally haunt someone.⠀