Charlies hand went through the woman's torso. The image of the woman seemed to dissipate as the sense of reality broke.
"You where going through her... Well she Is gone now.... well I mean.."
Flint blushed more. He felt stupid sometimes, he thought to himself how he feels his condition is just having too much of an imagination.
His imagination forming on its own without him trying.
He seemed a little saddened by the laugh but then realised it was all in good jest and so he laughed a little to.
"What your name?" Flint asked "Im Flint"