Obliging her demand, Chris Freeman spearheads the long walk home. Plunges onto the tree-lined path with an air of casualty Ellen finds disturbing. It's a good thing they don't ask for her name. She isn't sure she wants to give it.

"I wouldn't be surprised. On my first day here, I saw something strange by the tree line. Disappeared into the woods." She shrugs, hoisting her work bag securely onto her back. The accessory reeks of metal ore and dirt. "I haven't seen it since."

Great, she's got a wacko to walk her home and monsters to look out for... How fortunate. Best to keep a healthy distance.

"So, what, you're like a half ghost?"