That night had changed him forever. He shouldn't have gone out, he should have been home and he could have stopped what happened next. Ethan should have been able to save her, if only he had been with the living and told the dead to leave him be. Sylvia was dead now and the one dead person he wanted to talk to, to see wouldn't come to him. She had been dead for three years and never had he heard one whisper from her. The man clenched his jaw and swallowed a lump in his throat as he sat cross legged at his computer. He had not left his one bedroom apartment for three years. Going outside was out of the question it just got you killed. He ordered everything online and his sister Iris whom he had not seen since Sylvia's funeral sent him money and paid his rent. It wasn't cause he couldn't work but because he didn't and getting evicted from his one safe haven would absolutely destroy him. No one came in and no one left this place. Once in his life he had been very social and helped all sorts of people out. He had been on TV and done readings for some famous people, he was well known but now didn't want to be, he wanted to be left alone. The spirits stayed out if he kept a locked door. He kept them at a distance and absolutely refused any living or dead that came to him for help. Who was he kidding? He couldn't help anyone, not at all. They were fooling themselves as well to believe someone as broken and dysfunctional as him could do anything to help them. He couldn't help himself. He brushed his shaggy reddish brown hair from his face. Normally cropped short it was getting a bit long because of his lack of a hair cut. His brown eyes were numb and tired as he watched his computer screen lazily.