"Ugh," R grunted at the word "ghouls", stiffening his shoulders and not looking like he was a big fan of that term.

He thought about the question. He was still dead, he'd blown it with Julie (but at least he finally came clean about eating Perry) and here he was. With another Dead who ran circles around him. Someone who knew what it felt like to die and still be there and could actually hold a conversation.

R wasn't sure if he was okay. He shrugged, torn between nodding and shaking his head.

"Liv...ing," R mumbled. "Your home? Big?"