Ringer turned to grab her backpack, sliding it over one shoulder and then the next as she listened to the woman. The girl intentionally tried to give the ghost her privacy at whatever sadness she felt for being dead. It seemed she would have to have been deceased for some time to roam freely, yet even basic things continued to sadden her. Ringer wondered if that was a side effect of being a ghost or if it merely varied by personalities. She, herself, had never been one to linger on the past more than necessary.

"I'll try to help," she agreed, beginning to move toward the natural door the library and hoping the ghost would follow along with her. Ringer paused suddenly, turning to look at Clara. "Can everyone see you? I don't want to give the impression that I'm hallucinating."