action;

[That's right...she hadn't had a chance to think about it until he brought it up, but they were supposed to be meeting each other that evening. He would have come across her first unless someone else happened down that street at just that moment. But what on earth is he talking about? A restless spirit? That makes no sense at all, perhaps he really had gone mad. She certainly understands; there had been more than one occasion in the past when her terrifying dreams had seemed so real.

But she doesn't have time to question it, because a moment later he's attached like a barnacle and she can only stand there in shock and confusion. There's a shaky exhale, and her shoulder that he's pressed against trembles as she attempts to stand as still as possible.]

C-calm down...there's no reason for these hysterics, I'm...

[Her voice wavers and trails off.]