As the door slammed shut, Lewis nearly bursted with rage, having half the mind to simply phase through the door and continue the argument. As he went to reach through the solid door, he stopped himself. For how quiet it was, he was still able to hear the young girl weeping. Sighing, Lewis turned around to look down the staircase. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he made his way down the stairs, slowly, thoughts running through his head, mainly ones of regret. Once on the ground floor, Lewis continued his slow march, heading straight for the front door. After a moment of staring at the front door, Lewis walked through the solid material, and into the outside world. Taking in a deep breath, Lewis glanced around the front lawn, ~ Maybe I should just leave. How can I help anyone? ~ Lewis thought, taking a grassy seat on the front lawn, watching as cars passed by, children played outside, and people labored on their lawns. Even though he could appreciate these sights, Lewis was still dead and invisible to the world around him, except for one person. The person that was now upstairs in the house, crying her eyes out.