Cloud knows he's heard all the jokes about being a country boy before, but when he reaches to make one himself, he finds he can't remember any of them.

"I was only really interested in the other kind of stars," he admits, explaining to both of them why he couldn't remember if she was right.

Then he notices her reaction to his comment about the ghost and jerks up straight like someone's grabbed his strings.

"You mean it? You've seen it too?" He shakes his hair out of his eyes, and shuffles closer to her, suddenly very interested and serious. He'd thought it was a trick of his mind, which often liked to throw up things to confuse him - maybe caused by the stress over his upcoming band placement, or by being more drunk than he'd allowed for and seeing faces in glinting light. He'd been hoping he'd be able to enjoy creeping her out with the story and then joke with her back and forth about whether ghosts were real, and how it was unfair that he saw one seeing as he didn't believe in them. But this means it's common. This means what happened to him was real.

"I thought my drink might have been tampered with at first," he said, "but it couldn't have been. I was sat by the drinks the whole time. There's no way I wouldn't have noticed." And he didn't really care for drugs - his brain chemistry was such that they just resulted in either sadness or fury. "How long has this been going on? Do you know anything?"