Speak before Thinking

That night, the ghost of Mary Todd Lincoln appeared before Fred just as he was falling asleep.

“Fred?”
“Yes, Mary Todd?”
“Fred, I’m kind of concerned about the environment.”
“Don’t worry about it, Mary Todd. You’re dead. Now, go on and haunt someone else’s dreams. Freddy’s gotta get some rest now, okay?”
“Fred?”
“Yes, Mary Todd…”
“Nothing.”
“Good night, Mary Todd.”

Soon sleep swept in, silently surrounding the room.

Fred was renewed.