As the group watched Spectre walk away. “You’re not the only one stuck in life,” Lucy said.
“I know,” sighed Sprite. “I just wanted him back.”
Lucy squeezed Sprite. “I need to head home and see my wife. I left after an argument some weeks back. She was ranting at me that I never did the housework right. It took me ages to mop the carpet.”
Sprite chuckled. “Thank you, Lucy.”