Cooper looks after the disappearing kids with a wistful expression on his face. It was just another aspect of a life he'd never gotten the chance to have. Oh well. He could barely take care of himself. God only knows what damage he could've done with a couple of small human beings added into the equation. What-ifs were for long nights when he had a fridge full of blood and whiskey to deal with them.

He takes a drink of coffee to get his mind off of moping. It's not half bad, better than the usual type to be found in a little shop instead of one of the big chains. "Hopin' to see my favorite ghost, of course."