Entry 30: in which I brief the Ghost

Strange cove, the Ghost. Doesn't say a lot; in fact I'm hard pressed, now that I think about it, to know if I've ever heard it utter a word. Very slippery, dimensionally speaking. Of all of us it flits too and fro with minimal effort. It's a capable little thing and friendly too.

"So this is the deal" I say, "accompany the lad to Earth so that he does actually find it and achieve the following:
- find a quiet illiterate carrier who won't make a fuss
- clone as a male
- no bells, whistles, alarums etc. Strictly low key stuff
- leave again"

It signified assent in that strange way it does and off it went in search of the boy. I went in search of Mrs G to see if she has any inkling of this mad caper yet.