Vince nodded at the familiar and favorite food the two shared on many occasions. He was pretty plain when it came to his style of toppings for the most part, he liked the sauce the most and all those fancy other things were just in the way of that flavor. His stomach didn’t rumble nor did he salivate at the thought of the food, he kept his dread to himself. 

He jumped to his feet and walked a few paces off the mattress and dropped to the floor. “As you wish,” he stated mimicking the hero in Princess’ Bride. He reached for the knob of the door only his hand slipped right through it. “Hmm, I guess I can’t be a gentleman.” He waited for her to open the door and let her pass before dancing behind her quickly.
 
His mind wandered during the short walk to the store, the sun was just starting to peak over the horizon and the streets were not terribly busy. The store was empty expect for the rather bored looking clerk polishing the counter with a dry rag. The clerk’s eyes shifted over Anna in a lusty creepy way, Vince stood in front of the man apparently unable to block the gaze. He peered at the monitor behind the clerk’s shoulder, he saw only two people in the store. Anna and the creepy male. The place where he should be was empty. He waved at the camera and a bit of static trampled over the picture.

It finally clicked why the woman near Mira’s house hadn’t interacted with him. Clearly others could not see or hear him. Anna was the only one that could. Maybe he did die and he was a ghost, he shook his head at this thought. His eyes landed on a small display of Tums and stared at it with all he had in him, he reached out and his fingers went through it twice before he gathered enough energy to hit it and one of the racks tumbled over the countertop. The clerk’s eyes was finally diverted from Anna as he quickly gathered the runaway packages. Vince smiled sweetly at Anna when she came to the counter to pay for the items selected. 

Once they returned to the hotel, he leaned over the pizza to inhale the flavorful odor. It smelt like pizza, it gave him little pleasure.

Vince stared at the angry red flesh of the wound for a moment, the sharp object had cut more than stabbed. It hadn’t gone to the bone just tore the muscle above her shoulder blade. He gently cleaned the wound careful not to disturb the healing that had already taken place and padded it dry. The injury appeared better without all the extra blood. “Not bad, I think you can get by without having to have stitches,” he picked up the package of Band-Aids and found some butterfly type ones and unwrapped them all. “Good thing it didn’t go straight in.” He pinched the flesh closed and stuck the bandages on her skin. He dabbed some anti-bacterial gel on it for happiness and covered the wound with the largest bandage in the package. “There. Good as new. Sort of.” He chuckled.