Sally sighed as she hauled her luggage up toward the house. This... didn't exactly seem too promising, but she had to play it out. If she didn't, she'd be left wondering for the rest of her life. And then, she got her answer in the most spectacular way possible. There were already several people there, and a new woman joined them. But it was [i]how[/i] she appeared that got the redhead's attention. Stepping out of- a hole in reality or something? Was that even a thing? [i]I guess that solves one problem, at least.[/i] Sally went up to the group, dropping her bags to give her arms a much-needed rest. She looked around at the rest of the- witches? Sorcerers? What was the proper term here, anyway? "So, you all got the weird, creepy letter too? I'm Sally. Sally Jenkins. I-" [i]Come on, say it![/i] whispered a little voice in the back of her mind. [i]You know you want to, and when are you going to have a better opportunity?[/i] She dropped her voice into a horrible impression of the little boy in The Sixth Sense. "I see dead people."