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Nick has been a ghost for a long time. More than a century. At first, when he died and a white light appeared, he was not ready yet to admit that he’s no longer alive. He was clinging to the idea of life and managed to convince himself that even though he wouldn’t be able to directly experience it, staying on earth was still worth it.
By the time he realized his delusions, there was no light to be found and Nick had no idea how to summon it. So, he stuck around.
You’d think that ghosts would be able to teleport, but in reality, that was not the case. Sure, he could float around the world, but it would take time and energy, which was already hard to get, considering the only way to replenish those reserves was by your presence being felt or seen, which most people were not able to do.
Most of the time he would just stay at dog parks. Nick remembered having a dog when he was a boy but couldn't recall the name, everything was hazy around the edges. And although he lost the ability to feel pretty much anything a long time ago, dogs were somehow igniting a spark of joy in him.