"...right, so...we have a problem."
"W-Sorry Gram,we'll talk tommorow"
"yeah..."
-they stand up-
"What's the problem exactly?"
"Well...you're a mortal, and you can see me...that means we have to make a deal."
"deal?"
"Yeah."
"what if I don't wanna make a deal?"
He shrugs
"Then you don't. I really don't care."
"well then..no deal..."
-they start to walk out of the cemetary-
