Welcome Aboard, Watcher One!

''It's not the right time, is it?'' her voice is low, but the intensity of the question is clear.

Ghost opens his eyes, his gaze meeting hers, and for a second, it feels as though the rest of the world fades away.
Then he nods, the movement of his head slight, almost imperceptible.

''It's not the right time.''

[this is the english version of my own work, it's also available on ao3 with the same title]