Trevor continued to look at the ground, white hair hanging in front of his face like a veil. He breathed out heavily, what could have been a sigh. His posture tightened strangely, as though he was bracing himself, but he instead shivered. It wasn't the cold that affected him, Izzy could tell that much. Eventually, he relaxed, and looked back up at Izzy. While it wasn't the Wolf that was looking at her, it didn't seem like Trevor, either. There was a coldness in his gaze, a stark lack of guilt, empathy, passion, or any emotions at all. Izzy realized, then, that this was the side of Trevor that she had never seen before, always covered by his desire to be normal.

"You don't understand, Izzy. [i][b]I want this.[/b][/i]"

All of the pieces fell into place at that moment. It wasn't that part of his consciousness remained; he had never left. A dual personality? There was only one the entire time. There was no dark side, and no light side. It was Trevor the entire time, every evil deed and violent prank. Something that he had did, himself.

Just as in the tale of the White Wolf, he had never been replaced.

If you looked carefully, the ghost had been curtains in the wind all along.