Being dead was... not what Hazel had expected. She heard at church that she'd spend eternity either sunbathing on clouds or shoveling coals- and her parents had thought it would more likely be the latter. Instead, it was just like being alive, with a few frustrating differences. First and foremost was the isolation. Nobody could see or hear her- she knew that such loneliness would eventually drive her mad sooner or later.

The second, and stranger, phenomenon was the force drawing her to this place. It was like being on a raft, she supposed. The current would take you where it wanted, and there was no point fighting it. But she could feel that it was a good thing- like a warm bath and a well-cooked meal. This was going to be her new [i]home.[/i]

Hazel made her way up to the door. [i]This is where it's coming from. Alright, here goes nothing.[/i] She hadn't tried to walk through walls or anything else really ghostly, but this was as good a time as any. She stepped forward... and tumbled head over ass as her insubstantial form phased through the closed door. It would have been mortifying, had anyone been looking. She picked herself up, tried to dust herself off- habits of the living were apparently rather hard to break- and her spectral voice echoed through the halls of Corinthia for the first time.

"Hello? Is... is anyone listening? Can you hear me? I'm... scared..."