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“You sure he’s a ghost? He looks pretty much the same as ever to me...” Bailey observes.
“Oh yeah,” A vision of Cliff’s desiccated body flashes into Gabe’s mind, “Very sure.”
“Well, what do we do? Say some magic words or something?”
“He... I don’t think he’ll listen to me. He needs someone familiar...” Gabe thinks, “Aberdeen! Bailey, go get Abe, from under the stage. Send him up here and hopefully we can stop all this. Oh, and Delilah is going to need someone to tell her when to raise the stage.”
Bailey gives him a questioning look at the end there, but scurries off regardless. A few minutes later the impresario returns, huffing with exertion, “I swear, I’m going to have a heart attack with all of the running around tonight.” He pauses to let himself deflate a little, “Okay, what’s the plan?”
Gabe points to the muttering stagehand and says, “You need to convince him that his job is done. I don’t think he’ll listen to anybody but you...”
The frog blinks as he swallows. “Me? Oh- oh dear. You know I’ve dreaded this day. Its never easy letting someone go... although this is a bit... different from what I had imagined...”
The tuxedo’ed figure nods his head along with the music for a second, and takes a deep breath. He steps under the work light and claps a hand onto the ghost’s shoulder, “Evening, Cliff...” His voice booms slightly, larger than life and fully committed to his role.
The stagehand looks up, for the first time seemingly aware of the real world, “Uh... evening, Abe. Didn’t see ya there. Somethin’ I can do for ya?”
“No, Cliff, I think its time I did something for you...” there’s a dramatic pause while he lets this sink in, and the hedgehog cocks his head as he struggles to follow. “You’ve done a lot for us here over the years, truly a lifetime of service. But, I think its time that you took a break.”
As the new information settles, Cliff drops a wrench, “You... you letting me go, sir?” He looks as though his world is upending.
“Nooooo, what kind of man would I be to put someone like you out in the cold? I’m talking retirement, Cliff. I think its time you... Moved on.” Aberdeen tucks his thumbs in his lapels and pulls at his tux in a self satisfied swagger.
“I... I... Are you sure? What’ll you do without me?” Cliff stammers.
“We’ll manage, son. You’ve left a legacy here that I daresay no one will forget. But we will... make do.”
“But- but I don’t... What’ll I do? I don’t know where to go...” Cliff’s eyes reflect a lost expression, his cheeks seem to sink inward.
“Don’t worry yourself. This young man is here to help you find... somewhere new...” Abe waves the Sender over with frantic hand signals.
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