Blinking back her tears, Paula swallowed hard. Deep within her heart she hoped that Phoebe would take on her case, becoming a vengeful evil ghost wasn't on her bucket list besides the ghosts that had directed her to the red headed powerful shaman praised her for being the justice bringer.
If she could let go of her grudge, she could move one and that was what Paula wanted to do. She was a realistic person in life and an even more realistic ghost. Sticking around and wandering aimlessly from city to city was no way to spend eternity.
As she organized the story in her head, Rosette placed a plate of food and glass of water before her.
"You can have this, it's meant for ghosts."
"Thank you." Paula smiled appreciatively, her eyes shifted back to Phoebe who sat patiently waiting for her to speak.
Paula poked at the round rim of the glass, tapping it slowly with her moderately sharp nails. Each tap produced a soft noise.