He could feel the sweat form on his brow at the sound of the revolver, stepping inside to find someone rather unexpected. What was worse, the Sentinel, or Nisha? Oh, definitely Nisha, no bones about it. Question is, what was she doing here? And how was she in cahoots with the Sentinel??
“R… Russian Roulette? Uh. Can I pass on that? What… why are you the second ghost?” Timothy stared down at the destroyed lamp in pieces all over the floor…. was it possible to get any paler? He felt really faint. He really wanted to wake up from this dream now.
Nisha was lying on Tim’s bed, not having even removed her boots. She was lazily spinning a revolver around one finger, her grin one of predatory glee as she locked eyes with her victim Timothy.
“What’s the matter, lover boy? Aren’t you happy to see me? But to answer your questions, in reverse order: I’m the second ghost, because there’s no one who’s more about living in the present than I am... and no.”
The gunslinger then proceeded to pop open the breach on her revolver, showing Timmy that there was, in fact, a single bullet loaded in one of the chambers. Then, without break eye contact, she spun the cylinder, snapped the gun closed, placed the barrel to her temple, and pulled the trigger. A loud click sounded as the hammer slammed down on an empty chamber, eliciting a chuckled from Nisha. She twirled the revolver with a flourish, then held the handle out to Timothy.
“Here’s your lesson from me, kiddo. The present is the only thing that matters, because it’s the only thing you ever get to experience firsthand. If you aren’t living every moment to the fullest, without a care to the consequences, then you aren’t really living. Your whole life, you’ve always been miserable, because you’re always terrified of the consequences of your actions. Well, we’re gonna be putting a stop to that right here, right now. Your turn, Timmy. Time to live life in the moment.”
