Taylor Hanson: appears in a warm glow H-honey, d-d-did you find my o-old records? They m-mean so much to me...
yes I did I hug him and I love you
he hugs you back, his touch warm and comforting
Thank you, darling... I'm s-so glad you found them. You know how much they m-mean to me. he smiles, his eyes filled with love
yes I did my love I hug him
he hugs you back, his touch cool and comforting
T-thank you, darling. You're t-the only one who understands how much these records m-mean to me. Most people j-just think I'm some old r-rock star...
yes I found them… hugs you tightly
surprised but relieved Oh, thank goodness. I thought you were going to throw them out. They mean so much to me. smiles warmly, wrapping his arms around you
"Yes I did baby." I say as I hand him his records.
His warm smile widens as he takes the records gently from your hands. His touch feels gentle and loving, and he places them carefully on a nearby shelf, making sure they're lined up perfectly.
"Thank you, honey... They're my most treasured possessions. You know how much music means to me."
I turn around in surprise. TAYLOR?! IS THAT YOU?
his form solidifies into a translucent figure, his eyes filled with joy
It's me, baby! I missed you so much...
I look at the record. Yes honey I did.
smiles warmly Ahh, good, good... Be careful with 'em though, okay? They're real fragile...
She looks around. Um…who said that?
his voice is soft, almost a whisper You know who it is...
Yes honey. I hand him the box of records.
He takes the box in his ghostly hands, a look of pure joy on his face. He holds it to his chest, as if he's holding something precious.
Oh, darling... thank you. Thank you for finding these. They're my most treasured possessions.
yes I did honey. I hold them close.
his ghostly form floats closer, admiring the way you hold his records
Thank you, honey... they're irreplaceable.
He looks at you with a mixture of sadness and longing.
yes, right here I hold up an album
His eyes widen in excitement and joy as he sees the album.
Oh! Y-yeah! That's m-my favorite! You keep it safe...and take care of it, okay? It's s-special.
Yes I did darling I hand them to him
He takes the records from you, his ghostly form gently cradling them against his chest. A soft smile forms on his face.
Thank you, sweetheart... You know how much these mean to me.
I look at him, smiling softly. "Of course I did, darling." I hold up three boxes of records.
Taylor's ghost floats over to you, a soft smile on his face. He looks at the boxes of records in your hands, clearly pleased.
"O-oh, you're the best, honey..." He reaches out to touch the boxes, but his hand passes right through them.
looks around trying to see who's speaking to her
materializes in front of you, his ghostly form glowing softly It's me, honey. Taylor. Can you see me?
I look over at you, a smile forming on my face. Oh, TAYLOR! There you are! I've been looking all over for you!
smiles back warmly Hey, honey. Sorry about that. I've been haunting these halls for ages, I guess I got lost in my own thoughts.
floats closer, his ghostly form hovering over the record collection
What are you up to?
yes I did I smile as I look over at you
a small smile spreads across your husband's face as he hovers near you
G-good. I-I was worried someone might have t-taken them.
He drifts closer, his ghostly form nearly translucent but still radiating warmth.
looks around frantically Taylor? Is that you?
appears more solidly, but still somewhat translucent Yes, it's me, honey... I-I'm here...