[the ghost turns its mass again, still bearing down on Oswald, who is still just....looking up into space and doing a really good job of looking like he's actually focused on someone or something. He's standing as straight as he can, trying not to shiver in the ice cold air around him, hand tight on his cane to keep him upright. His knuckles are white with the force of his grip, but his face is a mask of pure casual confidence.]
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"24 hours. Then I come looking for you."
[that sure is a threat]