Through Heaven and Hell (Ghost x Toast)

Chapter 1 ~ Where are you?

Toast clicked his pen rapidly, focusing intently on the paper in front of him. He was sketching plans for his book that he wanted to write, but he needed ideas. Sad thing was, he had very few ideas. The last ghost hunt he had gone on had been 5 years ago, and he hadn't even encountered many ghosts on the hunt! He could write about The Housekeeper, but there weren't any other ghosts he knew of. He sighed exasperatedly, clicking his pen for a final time before letting it fall onto his desk. Toast reached up and clicked his lamp off, showering the room in darkness. He turned and got into bed, pulling his sheets over himself. It was August of 2013, and Toast had not seen his friend Ghost in five years. Toast tossed and turned, trying to get his mind off his missing friend. Instead, he started softly humming the tune of a music box his adoptive mother had used to play for him. His own humming soothed him, and within minutes, Toast was fast asleep.

"Ya heard 'bout those murders?"
Toast was sat in the far corner of a bar, trying once again to come up with book ideas. The chatter of the bar, surprisingly, was not distracting at all; instead, it calmed Toast and actually helped him focus. But five simple words snapped him out of his concentration.
Toast turned his head to see a man sat at another table, talking to a man sitting across from him.
"What murders?" The other man replied. "This guy's been going 'round killin' people for nearly two years now. He's killed 'bout seven hundred people!"
Toast turned his head away from the men. He knew what they were talking about: the famous Jimmy Casket. The police had been trying to catch Casket since January of 2011, but Casket was resilient. Toast clicked his pen a few times, trying to brainstorm ideas. Suddenly, he heard the faint voice of the newswoman relaying info about yet another murder. Toast stood up and left the bar.

As Toast walked home, the thought gnawed at him: where was Ghost? Toast knew that Ghost had to 'go away' for 3 years to take care of something, but 3 years had come and gone and Ghost was still nowhere to be found. Toast had contacted everyone he could think of, yet no one knew where Ghost was. It was as if he had simply vanished into thin air.
Toast prayed that Ghost was handling himself. Toast had known Ghost for over 20 years by now, and they had been friends since they were ages 6 and 8. Toast could remember many times in his childhood when he would go to Ghost's house to hang out, only to discover he was in the hospital after another one of his episodes- episodes where he would vanish and then reappear a few days later, bloody, bruised, and often shot or stabbed, always with no recollection of what had happened. And Toast knew that because of this, Ghost was very unsafe if he was left by himself for days at a time with no one to look out for him.
As soon as he got home, Toast picked up the phone and dialed Ghost's number, and once again, no one answered. Toast once again left a voicemail, begging Ghost to call him back. Toast then retreated to his room, sitting down at his desk. He put his head in his arms and let his thoughts wander as sleep carried him away.