Ooh. A house. It feels... foreign but warm and welcoming too. Like something he's yearned for once before. Sissel's going to wander around on his own once they're inside, slinking under the living room table before hopping up onto the table to peer at the TV.

His gold eyes peer at it and the obvious button curiously. He doesn't remember much but he remembers batting at things that seem like they'll move. Suddenly, in Randel's eyes, the kitten slumps over as his ghost hops over to the core of the TV.