You see the translucent form of an old man in dirty work clothes. His gray hair is tousled, and his eyes wande

You see the translucent form of an old man in dirty work clothes. His gray hair is tousled, and his eyes wander madly. There's a piece of chalk behind his ear. "Free at last, at last! So many years... So many years I've waited for someone to open that damn door!" Shrieking with rage, the old man stamps his foot.