"So we've narrowed it down to the berry family," he replied archly. "How enlightening." The longer he spent in this realm, the more uneasy he became. The more uneasy he became, the more he took it out on the people around him. He knew he was doing it even while he was helpless to stop it. Though to be bluntly honest, at least part of the time they deserved it. And he usually remembered to apologize when they didn't. Or at least Charles prompted him to apologize.

Charles. Who wasn't here. That he'd seen.

"I'm looking for a boy. About my height. Brown eyes. Black, curly hair. He wears an earring of a cross in his left ear and a thin, gold-plated necklace. Red t-shirt with a collar that's also red with a stripe of white or multicolored stripes. Black slacks. White socks. Black loafers. He may also have either a black jacket with patches on the arm or a brown jacket with red tartan inside."

The words came out at a rapid pace, as if he didn't have to think about what Edwin looked like or what he might be wearing. While ghosts could change clothes, they generally wore something similar to what they had died in. Or exactly what they had died on, depending on the variety of ghost. That was the only reason he would admit to himself or anyone else why he was so familiar.