James walks into the house, sitting down and placing his backpack inbetween his legs. Looking around, James then pulled down his hood, and wiggled his ears a little, also flexing his tail as it came out of it's hiding spot. He tried to think of a question, and just as he was going to ask it, one other guy began to speak. The guy was then interrupted by what looked like a ghost that appeared. The first thing that James did was reach to his backpack, which had a special composite bow in it that was folded to be easily portable. He quickly stopped, though, sitting back up.
"Ghosts are nothing to be afraid of. They float through us and stuff. They can't touch us, we can't touch them." He says, then thinks for a second. "Then again, ghosts aren't real, are they?"