"Can I ask how old you are?" He asked, following me as I walked down the corridor that would lead me to the master bedroom, the room that Aria and I shared. "Because you don't look much older than me," he added on.
"I was 29 when I passed away."
"What!? You're only a year older than me! That's so weird, that probably means that my mother is younger than me, that's even weirder!" I wonder who he got his personality from?
"You stop ageing after you die. In the time that I've been dead and travelling worlds, I haven't aged. Forget ageing, I haven't had to sleep, eat or even use the bathroom."
"That must be useful," I didn't say anything to that but yes, it was quite useful.
"So, what will you do now?" He changed the subject.
"Continue on my journey," I answered.
"What journey?" He asked.
"The journey to find my wife," I added.
"I don't understand."
"I'd be surprised if you did," I gave him a look then continued on my way.