Scene from a film.

INT. A LOUNGEROOM - NIGHT

A man, DAVO, sitting alone on the couch, nursing his beer in the twilight and absently watching some blaring game show.

Another man appears behind him, slowly becoming solid. He speaks.

GHOST: I'm so sorry. I was an arsehole to you. I deserve hell.

Davo flicks off the telly.

DAVO: Nah, you were alright.

He gestures imperceptibly. The ghost takes a seat opposite.

They sit in silence.

DAVO: Beer?

The ghost doesn't answer.

DAVO: I thought you were gone.

GHOST: I am.

DAVO: You're clearly not.

GHOST: After this. After this I'm gone forever.

Davo takes a long swig and contemplates the bottle.

DAVO: So.

GHOST: So...