I don't care if you're dead.

[ His voice is quiet, scarcely a whisper, but he means it. If the rest of his life is going to amount to harboring Chrissy as a ghost, then fine, he'll figure out a way to deal. Maybe it's the reckless teenager in him, the part of him that feels no fear in charging into the unknown. Nothing has felt right since she died, and whatever chance he has-- he's going to take it. ]

But maybe I can... I don't know.

[ Eddie's gaze drifts towards the book he had brought, the one that had summoned her here in the first place. None of this was supposed to be real, but it was clearly time for him to stop worrying about what was real or what wasn't. If he had managed to bring her here, then there should be a way for him to make it permanent. ]

There are books.

[ He's got a mad sort of smile on his face, looks at her with all the hope in the world in his eyes. If he can bring her here, then keeping her here should be no problem. Maybe he can even make it like it was before, give her a real body, bring her back to the side of the living. ]

I bet I can find it. How to bring you back, permanently. Do you trust me?