Unfortunately and as is often the case, the day has other plans.

Jay has no idea who this guy is but at this point it hardly matters. It's already been a long fucking day and he's sick of failing at everything. He staggers his awkward ghosty way toward the man and his dog. Maybe dogs actually can sense ghosts, as various movies have intimated.

This turns out to be not the best thing in the world. The dog is old and fairly chill, but it's big, and when it stops short and starts to growl Jay feels an immediate surge of regret. Even if the dog can't actually attack him this is not an ideal situation.

"No, stop that," he says uselessly. If ghosts could sweat. "Be a good boy."

The dog barks.