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Iriss Odd Encounter Sr Emmelline 241110
Iris's quiet evening in her newly occupied bedroom takes an unexpected turn when a ghostly apparition materializes out of thin air, demanding to know the whereabouts of her missing husband and children. The ghost, a woman clad in a black dress with fiery red hair, introduces herself through her frantic inquiry, wielding a charm bracelet with an engraved message about remembrance. Iris, though initially terrified and skeptical, engages with the spirit, trying to understand and rationalize her presence. The exchange escalates as the ghost, unable to physically interact, passes through Iris causing chilling sensations, pushing the boundaries of Iris’s belief in the supernatural until she recognizes the ghost's genuine distress over her lost family.
In pursuit of a resolution, Iris employs empathy and logic to guide the conversation toward the ghost's cherished memories of her husband, John, and their life together before an implied tragic accident left her in limbo. These recollections trigger the charm bracelet's magical properties, summoning John's spirit to the scene. John's arrival provides clarity; his and Deaidry's story unfolds as a tale of love enduring beyond death, revealing their ethereal existence tied to their memories and a spell-bound bracelet designed to reunite them. As John tenderly reassures Deaidry, they both apologize to Iris for the intrusion and, with a shared understanding and affection visible in their ghostly forms, they shimmer away into oblivion, leaving Iris alone once more but touched by their eternal bond.
(Iris's odd encounter(SREmmelline):SREmmelline)
[Sat Nov 9 2024]
In a slowly coming together bedroom
This bedroom has a tasteful off-white paintjob on the walls that compliment the delicate blue carpeting throughout the space. It's clear that it's new occupant is still in the process of moving it and settling down. Rather than bedside tables, the dark frame of the bed is flanked by two unpacked boxes. To the right side of the room is a small door leading to a shallow closet containing a steel rod that spans the walls, and a good number of clothes hanging upon it. The room itself is still rather sparse and lacking some personality
It is dusk, about 56F(13C) degrees,
(Your target encounters a ghost who's fixated on some past tragedy from their life, they need to either give the spirit some sense of closure, or send it on it's way through more violent means.
)
Iris yawns into the back of her hand, glancing around the bedroom.
The evening is quiet, Iris just glancing the bedroom as she yawsn. Perhaps she'll take a nap. Just then however, there is a rushing sound of air, a strong gust of wind, strong enough to make the blankets on the bed rustle, and to make Iris's hair ruffle.
Iris was about to settle into bed, not even bothering to change from her work clothes before raising her eyebrows and jolting back up in a sitting position. "Huh? Where's this draft coming from?" Were the words that slipped past her lips, eyes darting to check on the window.
The windows oddly enough, remain closed. The wind blows for a few more seconds, and then a voice can be heard. The voice possesses a slight echo, as if it is being heard from far away. "Where is he!," the voice demands, "What did you do with him?" As the voice continues to speak, the echo fades, and a shimmering ghost appears. She takes the form of a diminutive woman, with curly red hair, that flows down to her waist. Though the ghost, being a ghost, does not have a corporial form, it appears to be wearing a flowing black dress, and a bracelet adorns her right wrist. It is a charm bracelet, with the simple words, "Think of me, and I shall appear," engraved on a whimsical heart shaped charm. "What did you do!," the ghost demands of Iris once more. The ghost is beside herself, looking quite frantic.
Iris keeps glancing at the window before turning to see the apparition before her. Instincts kick in and Iris reaches for her hip, trying to grab at a non-existent holster to draw a firearm. Without anything to grab there, Iris retreats quickly against the bed's headboard, feet kicking the blanket aside. "What in the worldly-fuck!" was shouted out "Who-the, what the hell are you?" being the follow up query.
"What did you do!," The ghost just yells back at Iris. "You made him disappear! Where is he? Where are my children! What did you do to them?," the ghost asks once more. This time, she tries to push Iris. This would have very little effect with Iris, since the woman is after all only a ghost, except to give Iris a rather bone chilling freezing sensation as the ghost's hand goes straight through.
Iris keeps trying to maintain a distance from the ghost, a hand raised up warily while another reaches for her flashlight. Instead of being used to shine at the apparition, it was swung forth as a makeshift, ineffective baton that swung wide and through the ghost. Iris watches the hands touch her arches her back, shoulders thrown back as if hit by the coldest ice cube running down her back. "Holy shit, oh-fuck. You're... a ghost?" To say Iris is hyperventilating would be an understatement, heart-rate easily reaching triple digit numbers. "Wha- who are you talking about? Children?"
"I was in a car, we were driving home," the ghost simply replies to Iris's latter question. "And now I'm here! Where is he! What did you do?," the ghost asks, seeming to grow more distressed by the minute. "Tell me now!," the ghost says, pushing Iris once more, causing that same icy feeling to go through the woman. "You made it all disappear. I want to go back! Why did you bring me here! I need to see my children! I can't be here!"
Iris tries to calm herself down, chest rising and dipping like no tomorrow. A click is heard as the flashlight is turned on, casting some light into the room and towards the ghost. "Ho, oh, this must be some weird dream. Where do you think you are? Driving? What's the last thing you remember?"
"I don't know where I am! You brought me here! Why?," The ghost says rather emphatically. "We were driving home! I need to see my children! It'll be their bedtime soon. Why have you brought me here/," the ghost demands once more.
Iris shines the flashlight forth and through the ghost, waving the beam around a few times before turning it off, realizing little would come of that. "Where were you driving? When? Listen..." her hand settles on her chest mid-sentence "I'm just a night security guard, whatever you think I did, I didn't, but I can help you find your family."
"I was going home," The ghost replies. "We were going home. And now they're all gone," the ghost now begins to cry, purley transparent tears escaping her deep green eyes. "Now you've made them go. Why? I just wanted to go home, to see my children. Why am I the only one left to be here?"
Iris springs her eyebrows up instantly, starting to chuckle and then turning into a full blown cackle, shaking her head afterwards. "Oh, wait, fuck, I'm an idiot. You're not real, are you? I drank that fuckup juice stuff at the Sludgefukk, you're just a figment of my imagination."
"You mock my pain!," the ghost yells, and begins to scream. Her scream is one filled with pain, fury, anger, heart break all in one fell swoop. She screams so loud, the windows begin to rattle, her green orbs begin to flash with anger and pain as the ghost continues to scream, and makes to bear down towards Iris. This time, when she pushes the woman, it isn't ice that courses through the body, but hot red fire. She pushes Iris over and over again, her screams growing louder. As all her emotions come out in that scream.
Iris watches with a hazy face, the laughter dying down as she holds her hands in a defensive form, as if trying to block any kind of attempts to be shoved. The scream, the heat, it sparked a few things inside of Iris. "Fine, fine, stop, stop, look... We'll figure this out, okay. My mom would've been devastated if she woke up like this, just, calm down, okay?" Iris shakes her head and rubs the bridge of her nose "If I'm reading this situation right... you might be dead."
"Where are they! You took them from me. Why?," The ghost says, though mercifully for Iris, she's stopped screaming. "Why did you take them from me? You took my John, my children. Why? And why have you brought me here! I just want to go home!"
Iris reached forth, trying to grab on to the ghost but nearly topping over, instead holding a hand in mid-air next to it. "They're not here, with you, are they? Look, here, what's your husband's phone number?" Iris said, fishing her cheapo phone out and giving it a wiggle "We'll give him a call. You got separated, probably some accident or something, it happens, you know?"
"Yes we were driving home, John and I," The ghost says. And as she starts talking, a very faint glow emminates from the bracelet she wears. Though the ghost doesn't seem to notice. "We were coming back from a date night. We were going to go home, and put the children to bed. But now they're all gone. You made them disappear! Why?" When the ghosts thoughts turn to other things, the faint glowing from her bracelet dims and disappears. Though again, the ghost doesn't notice.
Iris puts the phone away, having it disappear into one of her shirt pockets and then holds a hand up as if telling the ghosts to hush up "Wait, wait, what's that on your wrist? Is that a gift from your husband? What does it say?" A finger idly pointing to the bracelet that mentioned thinking. Iris squints for a few moments and says "Think over? No, of, think of me and I shall appear? That make any sense to you?"
'It's mine!," the ghost yells, as she abruptly moves the hand to her chest, as if to hold the bracelet close, as if Iris was about to take it. "you can't have it, it's mine! You took everything else," she says, seeming genuinely grief stricken. "You can't have it. It's mine!," she repeats again, her tone rough and on edge, almost like a child, who is being threatened to have their favorite possession taken away. At Iris's next question, she shakes her head. "I... I don't know," she says, as if she's not thought about it. "But it's mine!," she says emphatically. Even going so far as to take a couple steps back from Iris.
Iris taps her chin idly with the tip of her flashlight, squinting at the ghost for a few seconds. "John gave that to you, didn't he? Think about him, think about your children. They're probably asleep in bed, your husband is probably at home, preparing something for you. Just think pleasant thoughts about him."
"No it's mine!," The ghost insists at Iris's words. Though at her latter prompting, her gaze grows sad. "You made him go away. My John, and he never did anyone harm." As her thoughts turn to her husband, there is that same faint glow from the bracelet. Which the ghost still fails to notice. "He was a father you know. A father to two children. You took him away. Why?" When her thoughts wander, the bracelet's glow fades. Only when she thinks of him, does it seem to glow.
Iris paces forth, hands open "What did he look like?" Iris claims, trying to reach forth towards the ghost "What was his favorite meal? What calmed him down and what scared him? If he's yours, you should remember this. What's the most cherished memory, how did you meet? What was his favorite color?" Iris asks more and more questions, prodding and poking at who John was.
"We met at work one night, the ghost replies to Iris's question, her expression lightening at the subject. "He was so handsome. I was working at the library then. He came in to return a book. We were both in college," she says with a little chuckle. As she continues to talk, the bracelet's glow grows brighter and brighter. The light is a cool silvery light that eminates from the bracelet. "We dated for two years before he asked me to marry him." The ghost chatters on, and there is a very strong flash of the bracelet. "Deaidry," this time it is a calm male's voice, this one too echoes as if it is coming from a distance. "have we gotten lost again?" As the voice speaks, again it grows less echoy, before the form of a tall male ghost appears in front of Iris. This ghost wears a neat three piece suit, as if he was preparing to go for a night out."
"We met at work one night," the ghost replies to Iris's question, her expression lightening at the subject. "He was so handsome. I was working at the library then. He came in to return a book. We were both in college," she says with a little chuckle. As she continues to talk, the bracelet's glow grows brighter and brighter. The light is a cool silvery light that eminates from the bracelet. "We dated for two years before he asked me to marry him." The ghost chatters on, and there is a very strong flash of the bracelet. "Deaidry," this time it is a calm male's voice, this one too echoes as if it is coming from a distance. "have we gotten lost again?" As the voice speaks, again it grows less echoy, before the form of a tall male ghost appears in front of Iris. This ghost wears a neat three piece suit, as if he was preparing to go for a night out. fix
Iris glances between the two ghosts, eyebrows raised as she gives a quick upnod towards the ghastly woman "Seems she got lost, and scared. Glad you're here, she was worried." Iris says, her face mellowing out into a smile. Having heard the answers made her shoulder slump a bit, almost bringing a tear to her eye.
The ghost now known as Deaidry's countenance lights up when she sees the male ghost. "John," she says, her eyes lighting up. "yes it's me, I told you I'd always come for you. You got lost again hmm?," John says, as he loops an arm through Deaidry's, fond devotion in his gaze, before he turns to Iris. "And you've bothered this nice lady in the process. I am sorry," John says with a sigh to Iris. "She forgets see," he begins to explain. "Over twenty years ago, we were heading back on a date, when we got into a horrific car accident. She," John says gesturing at Deaidry, "couldn't let go of the children. Said she had to see that they were okay. And so we remain here. Though our home, is elsewhere. She comes back occasionally, to check on the children. Only being here too long, it makes her lose her memory and time. It takes her back to the night of the accident. She often forgets that she cannot be in this world for long, and so this happens. This charm," John says pointing to the bracelet Deaidry had guarded so ardently, "was designed so that I could always find her. But only when she thinks of me, does it activate. We cast a spell upon her, with her agreement, so that she would refuse to be parted from it at all costs. For then, I would never find her. And she? She would be stuck here for all eternity, stuck in time."
Iris nods a couple of times, trying to make sense of the fact that ghosts not only appeared before her, but talked and had complex relationships. "I... understand, I guess. At least convincing her to remember memories about you seems to have worked. You two lived here? In this apartment? That's... wild."
"No not at all," John says with a little chuckle. "My guess is, she forgot, and wandered around looking for me. She often ends up in various places, as she looks for me. Most of the time though, she manages to think of me, long enough to make the charm activate. Unfortunately this time, it seems to have involved you." As John speaks, Deaidry's memory seems to slowly come back, as a look of comprehension and understanding dawns her face. "Yes I did lose track of time," Deaidry says at last. "I was watching David and his little one. He is the spitting image of you John. And he has a little baby girl now. I saw Elizabeth too," she says with a smile. "She and her husband did end up moving after all. They all have grown up so much." To Iris Deaidry says, "I am sorry to have bothered you. John is quite right, that I got lost," she says with a soft sigh. John in turn chuckles, clearly this, Deaidry becoming lost to time is something he has dealt with often. "Yes well we've bothered this lady long enough. It is time we were home." John wraps Deaidry in his arms, and for a moment the two couple look like they might have before the tragic accident. Young, in love, going for a night out. There is a shimmer, before the ghosts disappear completely from view.
In pursuit of a resolution, Iris employs empathy and logic to guide the conversation toward the ghost's cherished memories of her husband, John, and their life together before an implied tragic accident left her in limbo. These recollections trigger the charm bracelet's magical properties, summoning John's spirit to the scene. John's arrival provides clarity; his and Deaidry's story unfolds as a tale of love enduring beyond death, revealing their ethereal existence tied to their memories and a spell-bound bracelet designed to reunite them. As John tenderly reassures Deaidry, they both apologize to Iris for the intrusion and, with a shared understanding and affection visible in their ghostly forms, they shimmer away into oblivion, leaving Iris alone once more but touched by their eternal bond.
(Iris's odd encounter(SREmmelline):SREmmelline)
[Sat Nov 9 2024]
In a slowly coming together bedroom
This bedroom has a tasteful off-white paintjob on the walls that compliment the delicate blue carpeting throughout the space. It's clear that it's new occupant is still in the process of moving it and settling down. Rather than bedside tables, the dark frame of the bed is flanked by two unpacked boxes. To the right side of the room is a small door leading to a shallow closet containing a steel rod that spans the walls, and a good number of clothes hanging upon it. The room itself is still rather sparse and lacking some personality
It is dusk, about 56F(13C) degrees,
(Your target encounters a ghost who's fixated on some past tragedy from their life, they need to either give the spirit some sense of closure, or send it on it's way through more violent means.
)
Iris yawns into the back of her hand, glancing around the bedroom.
The evening is quiet, Iris just glancing the bedroom as she yawsn. Perhaps she'll take a nap. Just then however, there is a rushing sound of air, a strong gust of wind, strong enough to make the blankets on the bed rustle, and to make Iris's hair ruffle.
Iris was about to settle into bed, not even bothering to change from her work clothes before raising her eyebrows and jolting back up in a sitting position. "Huh? Where's this draft coming from?" Were the words that slipped past her lips, eyes darting to check on the window.
The windows oddly enough, remain closed. The wind blows for a few more seconds, and then a voice can be heard. The voice possesses a slight echo, as if it is being heard from far away. "Where is he!," the voice demands, "What did you do with him?" As the voice continues to speak, the echo fades, and a shimmering ghost appears. She takes the form of a diminutive woman, with curly red hair, that flows down to her waist. Though the ghost, being a ghost, does not have a corporial form, it appears to be wearing a flowing black dress, and a bracelet adorns her right wrist. It is a charm bracelet, with the simple words, "Think of me, and I shall appear," engraved on a whimsical heart shaped charm. "What did you do!," the ghost demands of Iris once more. The ghost is beside herself, looking quite frantic.
Iris keeps glancing at the window before turning to see the apparition before her. Instincts kick in and Iris reaches for her hip, trying to grab at a non-existent holster to draw a firearm. Without anything to grab there, Iris retreats quickly against the bed's headboard, feet kicking the blanket aside. "What in the worldly-fuck!" was shouted out "Who-the, what the hell are you?" being the follow up query.
"What did you do!," The ghost just yells back at Iris. "You made him disappear! Where is he? Where are my children! What did you do to them?," the ghost asks once more. This time, she tries to push Iris. This would have very little effect with Iris, since the woman is after all only a ghost, except to give Iris a rather bone chilling freezing sensation as the ghost's hand goes straight through.
Iris keeps trying to maintain a distance from the ghost, a hand raised up warily while another reaches for her flashlight. Instead of being used to shine at the apparition, it was swung forth as a makeshift, ineffective baton that swung wide and through the ghost. Iris watches the hands touch her arches her back, shoulders thrown back as if hit by the coldest ice cube running down her back. "Holy shit, oh-fuck. You're... a ghost?" To say Iris is hyperventilating would be an understatement, heart-rate easily reaching triple digit numbers. "Wha- who are you talking about? Children?"
"I was in a car, we were driving home," the ghost simply replies to Iris's latter question. "And now I'm here! Where is he! What did you do?," the ghost asks, seeming to grow more distressed by the minute. "Tell me now!," the ghost says, pushing Iris once more, causing that same icy feeling to go through the woman. "You made it all disappear. I want to go back! Why did you bring me here! I need to see my children! I can't be here!"
Iris tries to calm herself down, chest rising and dipping like no tomorrow. A click is heard as the flashlight is turned on, casting some light into the room and towards the ghost. "Ho, oh, this must be some weird dream. Where do you think you are? Driving? What's the last thing you remember?"
"I don't know where I am! You brought me here! Why?," The ghost says rather emphatically. "We were driving home! I need to see my children! It'll be their bedtime soon. Why have you brought me here/," the ghost demands once more.
Iris shines the flashlight forth and through the ghost, waving the beam around a few times before turning it off, realizing little would come of that. "Where were you driving? When? Listen..." her hand settles on her chest mid-sentence "I'm just a night security guard, whatever you think I did, I didn't, but I can help you find your family."
"I was going home," The ghost replies. "We were going home. And now they're all gone," the ghost now begins to cry, purley transparent tears escaping her deep green eyes. "Now you've made them go. Why? I just wanted to go home, to see my children. Why am I the only one left to be here?"
Iris springs her eyebrows up instantly, starting to chuckle and then turning into a full blown cackle, shaking her head afterwards. "Oh, wait, fuck, I'm an idiot. You're not real, are you? I drank that fuckup juice stuff at the Sludgefukk, you're just a figment of my imagination."
"You mock my pain!," the ghost yells, and begins to scream. Her scream is one filled with pain, fury, anger, heart break all in one fell swoop. She screams so loud, the windows begin to rattle, her green orbs begin to flash with anger and pain as the ghost continues to scream, and makes to bear down towards Iris. This time, when she pushes the woman, it isn't ice that courses through the body, but hot red fire. She pushes Iris over and over again, her screams growing louder. As all her emotions come out in that scream.
Iris watches with a hazy face, the laughter dying down as she holds her hands in a defensive form, as if trying to block any kind of attempts to be shoved. The scream, the heat, it sparked a few things inside of Iris. "Fine, fine, stop, stop, look... We'll figure this out, okay. My mom would've been devastated if she woke up like this, just, calm down, okay?" Iris shakes her head and rubs the bridge of her nose "If I'm reading this situation right... you might be dead."
"Where are they! You took them from me. Why?," The ghost says, though mercifully for Iris, she's stopped screaming. "Why did you take them from me? You took my John, my children. Why? And why have you brought me here! I just want to go home!"
Iris reached forth, trying to grab on to the ghost but nearly topping over, instead holding a hand in mid-air next to it. "They're not here, with you, are they? Look, here, what's your husband's phone number?" Iris said, fishing her cheapo phone out and giving it a wiggle "We'll give him a call. You got separated, probably some accident or something, it happens, you know?"
"Yes we were driving home, John and I," The ghost says. And as she starts talking, a very faint glow emminates from the bracelet she wears. Though the ghost doesn't seem to notice. "We were coming back from a date night. We were going to go home, and put the children to bed. But now they're all gone. You made them disappear! Why?" When the ghosts thoughts turn to other things, the faint glowing from her bracelet dims and disappears. Though again, the ghost doesn't notice.
Iris puts the phone away, having it disappear into one of her shirt pockets and then holds a hand up as if telling the ghosts to hush up "Wait, wait, what's that on your wrist? Is that a gift from your husband? What does it say?" A finger idly pointing to the bracelet that mentioned thinking. Iris squints for a few moments and says "Think over? No, of, think of me and I shall appear? That make any sense to you?"
'It's mine!," the ghost yells, as she abruptly moves the hand to her chest, as if to hold the bracelet close, as if Iris was about to take it. "you can't have it, it's mine! You took everything else," she says, seeming genuinely grief stricken. "You can't have it. It's mine!," she repeats again, her tone rough and on edge, almost like a child, who is being threatened to have their favorite possession taken away. At Iris's next question, she shakes her head. "I... I don't know," she says, as if she's not thought about it. "But it's mine!," she says emphatically. Even going so far as to take a couple steps back from Iris.
Iris taps her chin idly with the tip of her flashlight, squinting at the ghost for a few seconds. "John gave that to you, didn't he? Think about him, think about your children. They're probably asleep in bed, your husband is probably at home, preparing something for you. Just think pleasant thoughts about him."
"No it's mine!," The ghost insists at Iris's words. Though at her latter prompting, her gaze grows sad. "You made him go away. My John, and he never did anyone harm." As her thoughts turn to her husband, there is that same faint glow from the bracelet. Which the ghost still fails to notice. "He was a father you know. A father to two children. You took him away. Why?" When her thoughts wander, the bracelet's glow fades. Only when she thinks of him, does it seem to glow.
Iris paces forth, hands open "What did he look like?" Iris claims, trying to reach forth towards the ghost "What was his favorite meal? What calmed him down and what scared him? If he's yours, you should remember this. What's the most cherished memory, how did you meet? What was his favorite color?" Iris asks more and more questions, prodding and poking at who John was.
"We met at work one night, the ghost replies to Iris's question, her expression lightening at the subject. "He was so handsome. I was working at the library then. He came in to return a book. We were both in college," she says with a little chuckle. As she continues to talk, the bracelet's glow grows brighter and brighter. The light is a cool silvery light that eminates from the bracelet. "We dated for two years before he asked me to marry him." The ghost chatters on, and there is a very strong flash of the bracelet. "Deaidry," this time it is a calm male's voice, this one too echoes as if it is coming from a distance. "have we gotten lost again?" As the voice speaks, again it grows less echoy, before the form of a tall male ghost appears in front of Iris. This ghost wears a neat three piece suit, as if he was preparing to go for a night out."
"We met at work one night," the ghost replies to Iris's question, her expression lightening at the subject. "He was so handsome. I was working at the library then. He came in to return a book. We were both in college," she says with a little chuckle. As she continues to talk, the bracelet's glow grows brighter and brighter. The light is a cool silvery light that eminates from the bracelet. "We dated for two years before he asked me to marry him." The ghost chatters on, and there is a very strong flash of the bracelet. "Deaidry," this time it is a calm male's voice, this one too echoes as if it is coming from a distance. "have we gotten lost again?" As the voice speaks, again it grows less echoy, before the form of a tall male ghost appears in front of Iris. This ghost wears a neat three piece suit, as if he was preparing to go for a night out. fix
Iris glances between the two ghosts, eyebrows raised as she gives a quick upnod towards the ghastly woman "Seems she got lost, and scared. Glad you're here, she was worried." Iris says, her face mellowing out into a smile. Having heard the answers made her shoulder slump a bit, almost bringing a tear to her eye.
The ghost now known as Deaidry's countenance lights up when she sees the male ghost. "John," she says, her eyes lighting up. "yes it's me, I told you I'd always come for you. You got lost again hmm?," John says, as he loops an arm through Deaidry's, fond devotion in his gaze, before he turns to Iris. "And you've bothered this nice lady in the process. I am sorry," John says with a sigh to Iris. "She forgets see," he begins to explain. "Over twenty years ago, we were heading back on a date, when we got into a horrific car accident. She," John says gesturing at Deaidry, "couldn't let go of the children. Said she had to see that they were okay. And so we remain here. Though our home, is elsewhere. She comes back occasionally, to check on the children. Only being here too long, it makes her lose her memory and time. It takes her back to the night of the accident. She often forgets that she cannot be in this world for long, and so this happens. This charm," John says pointing to the bracelet Deaidry had guarded so ardently, "was designed so that I could always find her. But only when she thinks of me, does it activate. We cast a spell upon her, with her agreement, so that she would refuse to be parted from it at all costs. For then, I would never find her. And she? She would be stuck here for all eternity, stuck in time."
Iris nods a couple of times, trying to make sense of the fact that ghosts not only appeared before her, but talked and had complex relationships. "I... understand, I guess. At least convincing her to remember memories about you seems to have worked. You two lived here? In this apartment? That's... wild."
"No not at all," John says with a little chuckle. "My guess is, she forgot, and wandered around looking for me. She often ends up in various places, as she looks for me. Most of the time though, she manages to think of me, long enough to make the charm activate. Unfortunately this time, it seems to have involved you." As John speaks, Deaidry's memory seems to slowly come back, as a look of comprehension and understanding dawns her face. "Yes I did lose track of time," Deaidry says at last. "I was watching David and his little one. He is the spitting image of you John. And he has a little baby girl now. I saw Elizabeth too," she says with a smile. "She and her husband did end up moving after all. They all have grown up so much." To Iris Deaidry says, "I am sorry to have bothered you. John is quite right, that I got lost," she says with a soft sigh. John in turn chuckles, clearly this, Deaidry becoming lost to time is something he has dealt with often. "Yes well we've bothered this lady long enough. It is time we were home." John wraps Deaidry in his arms, and for a moment the two couple look like they might have before the tragic accident. Young, in love, going for a night out. There is a shimmer, before the ghosts disappear completely from view.