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In Metropolis....

Eden McCain has a table to herself at a coffee shop - notebook papers are spread over it with titles like 'Main Character' and 'Subplot 1'. The great post-apocalyptic novel isn't going to get written any other way! She felt like dressing like a cliche artist - and is wearing a navy blue beret.

Tom Therin is whistling cheerfully to himself as he walks down the street, idly looking for pockets to pick.

On the Cooper farm....

Bridgette Dubois has a stuffed pony, a lion, and a unicorn in a semi-circle on the lawn to the Cooper house. "Whoever wants me to sing Lion King at the talent show, say aye!"

The stuffed animals are silent, but Bridgette - after checking on Marie, who claps her hands in agreement an area to her left - nods as if they actually spoke. "All right - how about Sound of Music?"

Oliver Wycliffe, dressed in white and looking thoughtful, is riding his stallion Beauregard down the road to the farm.

Dana, an extremely tired-looking young woman in ratty jeans and a T-shirt, is waiting nervously in front of the hospital, gnawing on her lip.

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She's torn between the automatic reaction to wave back and the automatic reaction of "IT JUST MOVED DEFENSIVE POSITION NOW!"

OK, forget subtlety.

"You've got a ghost."

Bridgette's head whips up.

"Don't say that word!" she snaps, gaze boring into the young woman's.

Marie looks surprised at Bridgette's anger. Bwuh?

Blink.

"What else can I say?"

Is this a "she knows" thing, or a "NO THERE ARE NO GHOSTS ON ME LA LA LA CAN'T HEAR YOU!" thing, or what?

"She's my sister! You can call her Marie 'cuz that's who she is, OKAY?"

blink blink blink

This is not a situation that Sonia has ever encountered. She's dealt with the occasional "Oh no, this Loved One cannot POSSIBLY be a vampire!" but this doesn't seem to be the same kind of denial.

"...sorry. Ain't... uh, been prop'ly introduced, I guess."

She manages an abashed nod toward ~~the ghost~~ Marie. "Good t'meet you, Marie."

So.

"Um. Your sister."

"Um?" Marie replies, still concerned about Bridgette.

"Marie," Bridge orders snappily, "say hi."

"...," is the quiet mumble as Marie frowns between the two of them.

Sonia is having trouble following this. Mainly in that it's ACTING LIKE A KID.

Only it's dead.

But not evil.

Or, it seems, harmful.

She massages the forming headache from thinking too much about this. "She's your sister."

"Well duh," Bridgette grumbles.

"Marie Dubois," Marie adds helpfully. Please someone tell her she's making things better!

Wait.

"...and you see her."

"Sure," Bridge replies, obviously annoyed at this comment. She's not used to thinking of herself as special.

"Man..." Her brain is possibly overheating here.

"Never met a g- someone like that, that din't... I mean..." SHE'S NOT DOING ANYTHING THIS IS ABERRANT BEHAVIOUR.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Bridge says scornfully. "You should think before you say things."

"Listen, kid." She straightens up. "I- I gotta deal with- stuff like that every day, okay? I know about it. It's my job."

"Marie," Bridgette says darkly, "isn't part of your job."

Bridgette is getting hugged by her still-confused little sister as she says this. Bridge wraps an arm around Marie - it doesn't sink into the younger girl. Ghosts have always felt solid to Bridge.

She sighs. "Yeah... I can tell."

Hopefully it'll STAY that way.

"Listen... really. I ain't gonna do nothin' t'her. Or you.

"Just... kinna took me by surprise."

Bridgette glares suspiciously. "Okay."

It's very much a disbelieving 'okay'.

"Honest. Cross my heart." Which she does.

Sonia takes superstitions seriously.

Grownups don't ever do that, in Bridgette's world. It's something Mommy and Daddy did jokingly, and her older sister Ariel never did.

This show of faith doesn't seem to mean much, judging by her continued glower.

She sighs and kneels. "For real. What can I do t'prove I'm bein' honest here?"

"Just go away," Bridgette grumbles.

"...yeah, all right."

What she should've done in the first place. Time to go hide somewhere!