(Alex POV)
I woke up in a hospital room.

The weird part?

There was a man, just standing there. Also, he was wearing this whole "Continental Army" costume. And he looked familiar. Hmm..

So this is either a dream, or I suffered severe brain trauma from crashing into that desk.

Both?

"Excuse me, miss? Would you happen to know where I am? I have been... Indisposed, for quite a while.." The man said. He had a faint sort of british/Irish accent.

"Um.. A hospital? What's with the costume? The American revolution was like.. Two hundred years ago." I said. You know. 'Cus I was confused.

"Two hundred .. Oh" he whispered. I barely heard it.

"What do you mean, costume?" he continued "This was my official uniform!"

"Oh, I get it. so you're some dead revolutionary soldier who died, and you're somehow being all ghostly and talking to me to convince me to gEt YoUr ReVeNgE on some british dude's family. Cool Cool." I was kinda done with this.

"'Cool Cool'? What does that mean?" the boyo asked. Oh. Right.

I, being me, responded "Cool Cool."

The guy looked angry. His eyes stared into me like burning hell holes.

"Sorry. I guess it just means 'interesting'. English is the weirdest language." I said.

"I agree." Good. we agree on something. I don't want to deal with angry ghosts.

"But, like, are you going to tell me what your super convoluted ghost-ly plan is, so we can get this over with?" I asked.

"I don't have one." He said.

What kind of revenge-seeking ghost doesn't have a plan? He's had a while to think about it.

The plot thickens.

"So, if you aren't a revenge-seeking soldier, who are you?"

"Alexander Hamilton, miss."

Oh. Okay.

"So, that explains a lot. But like, why are you here then? ARE WE GONNA KICK DONALD TRUMP'S ASS??!?!" I had high hopes.

'Who? No. I believe it was that unfortunate accident we experienced earlier."

Wait. No. No.

Lol.

"So you, Alexander Hamilton, has had your soul encased in a writing desk for over two hundred years, and are somehow, what? Possessing me?" I was confused.

"Frankly, I am not completely sure. But I would like this to precede as quickly as possible, so as I can move on to whatever is next." Okay.

"You think I know how this works? I'm not like, a nun or anything. I don't even believe in christianity. And are you SURE you want to? Wouldn't you want to like, see what has happened in these 200 odd years?" I asked.

"Perhaps I might. But my family is waiting for me. And I miss them."

"How do you know there even IS an afterlife?" I continued with my barrage of questions.

"If something like this is possible, I believe that an afterlife is possible to." Good point, boyo.

"Good point." I said.

"Although, this experience is bound to be, 'Cool Cool'" He said.

Oh the cringe.

I couldn't help myself. I started laughing. So hard, in fact, that I was crying.

But when my vision cleared, he was gone.

(A/N)
WOOO NEW CHAPTER!!!

I have plans. Mwahahaha.

I need names for a nurse and a doctor, so, if you boyos could help meowt. That would be swagtastic.

THANKS!