As we all know, the Wicked Witch isn't much of a friendly person. Not even to her assist could she muster up enough energy to be thoughtful and truthful to this spirit, no matter how much he was a part of her. He was almost like an assist gone wrong, something malfunctioned in his brain to make him figure out his spiritual life did not belong with The Witch. Upon realizing this, he concocted the most vile plan to make himself disappear out of thin air. A brilliant plan at that. And so he waited for the opportune moment, where all hell would break lose.

And so came that fateful day. The Day that The Witch would preform various experiments upon the poor ghost. Many a potions were gulped down that day, until his temper rose to one that amplified by the Witch's presence. With his own bit of magic, he snapped his fingers, and boom. He was gone with only ghostly residue all over her kitchen. The kind that was left after a spirit imploded. So with the knowledge that she had killed her own ghost, The Witch still lived life while Domenic still ran. From that day forward, he swore to live life as a good ghost.