Charlie stuck her hand out to the side, right through the imaginary woman's torso, and said with a smile.

"What am I doing to what you're seeing?" 

She laughed softly, beginning to enjoy herself. Her fearful outside layer slowly pealed away to reveal the sweet, childish girl underneath. Flint was the first one to talk to her, and was also her first friend.

Maybe this place isn't so bad after all.