He was elated. He finally felt exactly why the end of the syllabus described a need to “begin the healing process”. As he sat there, his hands stinking of detergent, he thought of one thing only: his clean clothes and a warm bed. Both made possible and “homey” by Tide, the thing that haunted him for an entire semester. Also the feelings he felt were empathetic, perfect for his final effort in the project. He was a ghost, and there he sat, haunting his own room and computer, ready to be finished.