Shortly after the accident, Erin's dreams had taken a vivid turn where night after night, she was seeing and talking to deceased members of her family. These dreams always seemed incredibly real and she often awoke with a hollow sense of longing to return to her dream world and talk for just a little while longer with the ones she'd lost. Knowing that about herself, the situation she was currently in could have very easily been a dream because there was no way in hell that she was talking to a very belligerent and unpleasant invisible man who had the strange ability to pass through solid objects, people and be looked past as if he wasn't really there at all. However, logic quickly set in on Erin's wish because there was no way that she was dreaming--she'd already been to the grocery store that day, and the bank, and she'd taken a shower earlier that day; the scent of her body wash and shampoo was still fresh enough to linger on her senses, so this just [i]had[/i] to be real. The only question now was how.

"Okay, shut up," Erin snapped, waving her hands to get him to stop talking about government conspiracies and buzzing sounds that only people of a certain age could hear. "Whatever you are, you need to--Hey!" She frowned as the man slipped through the door of her locked apartment, invading her privacy like he still owned the place. Quickly, she produced her key from her pocket and was ready to unlock the door to go after him, but he was soon back out in the hallway and looking confused once more. It was hard to really stay mad at him, or dismiss him entirely when it was clear that he really didn't know what was happening. It wasn't as though she knew much more than he did, but she couldn't very well ignore a troubled soul, no matter how rude he happened to be.

Shuffling slightly closer to him, Erin put on the best sympathetic face that she could. "You don't live here anymore," she said softly, reaching out with much hesitation to place her hand on his shoulder. He felt solid to her, whole, as if he didn't just pass right through her door. It was all very confusing to Erin, but she pressed on, thinking back to something she had once saw on Ghost Hunters. "You need to cross over and move on into the next life. This isn't the place for you." She was going to be very proud of herself if that worked, because then she could finally leave the hallway and get some much needed fresh air. "So, go on...you. You get out of here." Awkwardly, Erin realized that she didn't actually know this poor guy's name.