Rebuilding Appaloosa Plains

Bridget awoke to an unfamiliar sensation. A chill ran through her body. "Altman?" she instinctively called out, her voice quiet and weighed down with sleep. She blinked a few times, realizing there was an odd light coming from somewhere on her husband's side of the bed. She reached out and flicked the lightswitch that turned on their bedside lamps. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the light as she sat up. She turned and realized Altman wasn't next to her in the bed. She leapt up, nearly falling over, when she realized he was the source of the odd light. Her beloved husband was a ghostly apparition, floating next to his side of their bed. "No," Bridget breathed, shaking her head in disbelief. "No, no, no…" Panic rose in her chest. What was left of Altman just floated there, seemingly not hearing her. He was facing the wall. Did she want him to turn around? "Altman?" she said weakly, tears welling in her eyes. The ghost st...