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Some nights Marty wandered, but ghosts didn't shed their routines with the mortal coil. Tonight Marty sought refuge in his own bed.
Jean slept peacefully, and Marty lay pretending she knew he was there. Like when he was alive, and he used to lie awake worrying. Now he worried for her happiness. She'd always had chemistry with Jeff, even before he died. Marty had to let her go. It would be hard, but other than himself, Jeff would take the best care of Jeannie, and he'd make her happy. Marty couldn't ask for more than that.
Except a mortal coil.