Therein lies one of the fundamental differences between our situations.

[They inhale, their breath somewhere between a laugh and a shudder. It is cold. It reminds them of the icy grounds of the road between Snowden and Waterfall, where a skeleton tried to be their friend.]

I never directly interacted with any of them. They couldn't hear me, because I was dead. A voice without a body, with an audience of two.