Finding Him

"You think this is it?" Berwald asked the male standing in front of him. Tino knew it was hard to take in for the Swede. To think here it was, a way to pass on to whatever awaited the dead. Plus the fear that what Tino had taken all month to get to, might not actually be there.

"There's only one way to find out, isn't there?" Tino said, flashing Berwald the best reassuring smile he could muster. But he was just as afraid as Berwald. What if it wasn't really here? What if all of it had been for nothing?

With his heart hammering in his chest, Tino started to pull up the wooden planks.

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Tino never believed in ghosts. Not until he invited one into his house. He hadn't known that Berwald was a ghost at the time, or else he probably would have never invited him in. But that meant nothing to him now. Now he knew of the ghost he just wanted to help him out.

Berwald had been trapped on earth for about sixty years with no one there to see him. No one there to talk to him. That was until he met Tino. The Finn that made him forget that he lived in the world of the dead, at least for a little bit.

After finding out the truth about Berwald, Tino found himself wanting to help his new friend pass on. How he was going to do that, Tino had no idea. All he knew was he could not sit around doing nothing. He had to try.