One introverted, haunted photographer is both wary and weary.

[hauntedly]

It's been about a year... Why are you bringing me back out now?

Just.. please don't send me anywhere with ghosts. I've had enough of those for a lifetime.

[ There's a thought, however, and it elicits a soft, tired, sigh. ]

Though I suppose anywhere is better than where I'm stuck right now.