"I think I know how you ghost kids age.", Jim replied, a thoughtful frown on his face. "Kids who die usually don't take long before they age to adult stage, I'd say max a year. You however first stayed 8 for four years, and now you've aged to... 15? I think I know why. Your death was inevitable. You would've been killed by dad or either some other HACK soldier. Take Jas' 'adopted ghost daughter'. She died because some rival gang killed her. It was only a coincidence they were there that day. It was only a coincidence Jas wasn't there at that moment. So she immediately aged adult, because that's what she would've done hadn't that coincidence killed her. You stayed 8 for a while, because your death would have happened either way. I guess they wanted you to stay kid." Jim lifted his shoulders. "Just guessing, though." He rolled his eyes in a sarcastic way as Jack told him that else Jim wouldn't have 'bow-chicka-bow-bowed'. "Seriously? That's all you can think 'bout?", he chuckled, shaking his head for a moment. "You know what I mean, though. It was my fault you lost your life. Had I just... been faster..." He sighed silently, smirking as Jack told him to hug him. He quickly gave his brother a tight hug, before ruffling his hair and playfully hitting his shoulder. "Hey, Jacko, now that you're older - can I ask you a question I've had for two-three years now?" "Thank you, Rachel. That's extremely nice of you.", Emily replied, smiling tiredly. "So... I know some babies take longer than others, but how come that one twin also takes longer than the other? And that one baby already talks at 3 months or so - I mean, isn't that rather unusual?" Cole shook his head. "I know that it's usually just a bullet to the head but what that farm did..." A shiver ran down down his back. "They hung the cows up on one hindleg, their head pointing to the floor - and then they hammered a nail into their forehead... you can imagine what that was like for 6 and 7 year-olds." He smirked as she kissed him, gently kissing her back, his hand softly pressed against the back of her head. "Well, the question is: how long will you be able to sit next to me before I annoy you?"