Just as when I was alive hardly anyone at Chandler Communications had bothered to ask me who, what, where or why I was - so nobody at Baskin's Public Relations gave a rat's ass either. Each day I stomped to work down Argos Road, turning into Corinth Way with its coursing traffic, taking a short cut along the gentrified Sparta Terrace - who says the dead can't be upwardly mobile? - and traversing Syracuse Park, before catching the bus that ran down Athens Road.