Yeah. My whole thing was finding out the real circumstances of my death and scaring the twat who murdered me shitless. That was really soothing, I highly recommend it. But right when I was about to pass over, someone came over and tried to murder Mitchell? It was awful timing, and I ended up missing the window. So, here I am.

[ she bends down to pick up a fallen vase of flowers and sets it upright. ] I don't particularly mind anymore. As long as I have my friends, I'm happy.