Drop your jaw like nobody's business, manage to keep the drool under complete control, that is until you faint, gracefully of course. Hey, it's not every day you see the Ghost-of-Torments-Past.
Take her along for the ride. After all, you have a reunion to get to, and what's a ghost thrown in with a family filled with plastics, spastics, and everything in between?
Duck and cover because this can only mean one thing--a showdown. But nothing you can't handle and definitely not something you'll back down from.
Freak a little bit--it would have been nice to know before the quickie on your office desk, but hey, you know a good thing when you see it...you hope.
Hire him as your own private investigator and hope a little harmless flirting keeps him from asking the wrong questions. This relationship, er. . . job, is about your family, not you.
Re-apply that ruby red lipstick that you smudged when sipping from the drink he just bought you. Too many outcomes to process...but you like your odds of him following-up.
Have been there before yourself and can keep a cool head. Don't bother calling your significant other--you've got this all under control.
Close up shop--no way work is more important than friendship. Your down-on-her-luck gal pal needs a place to crash? No problem--what's a few bullets whizzing by in the middle of the night?
Consult the mystics of the universe...and the oracles of the internet. It's amazing how easy some people's firewalls are to break past. Who wouldn't commit a few felonies in the name of friendship?
Insist she give you some privacy. Especially when you've got a sexy law enforcement agent visiting who wants to frisk ya.
Question her fashion sense and almost forego your own safety by walking into dark rooms just to keep from seeing what crazy outfit she's got on now. Hey--leopard print looks good on no one, not even the incorporeal.
Encourage her to push her boundaries. Sure would be nice if she could snap a few photos on the sly or carry a piece and provide some backup. What's the good of having a ghost around who's lacking in the stealth department?
Spill your guts to the motherly old woman who owns the hotel. Sometimes a girl just needs her mom.
Carpe Diem baby--especially since it very well could be your last. Handsome PI offering to protect you day and night? Why, yes please, I think I will play those odds.
No place is safe enough for your tastes. You get busy upgrading the security of the hotel before going to sleep with your gun under your pillow.
What sunset? With all those skyscrapers obstructing the view, you'll stick with your own private ecological sanctuary out the backdoor. Privacy is priceless.
And desert all your clients? Who else can read a palm and divine the future in Mudbug. Face it, this town needs you, and you're not too big for your britches to admit you need it, too.
You've spent your fair share of time in small towns and big cities. You're happy anywhere as long as you've got your man.