It wasn’t till Arch turned on the radio and Karia relaxed that she realized she had been white knuckling the door handle. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, her anger waining a bit and her skin beginning to cool. As Arch spoke she shook her head, her eyes opening slowly now. 

“I am not even sure those were guys.”

“Humanoid at least” Karl had turned himself and was now peering out the back window, clearly being the look out. As Arch continued to speak Karl jerked and pushed his head towards the front. “You saw they arrive?”

Karia groaned a bit, not really in the mood for ghosts. Death made people a bit…odd. “Karl move your head, your opaque not clear.” 

“My bad” As he leaned back again Karia looked at the handsome boy who had helped her and was now driving her home. 

“Home yes…well I am not from here. Just get on the interstate.”