There hadn't been anyone there when the door to Mr. Evans's apartment had opened. It was fairly anticlimactic, leaving Marie disappointed. It had only been some draft that blew the door open. Whoever was in the apartment last must not have shut the door properly. And so Marie had sulked back to her apartment, knowing that her wish would never come true.
Marie's life (or lack thereof) had been so eventful the past few weeks that she had forgotten how utterly pointless the time was in her weird in between life and death state. She had a lead on Ether, of course. Her journey to the past had helped with that. But she had no one to explain it to, no one to help. She could not for the life of her find Mei anywhere and poor Starr was terrified of her. So it was back to her dark corner of the empty apartment, staring out the window, thinking about everything she could have been doing if she alive.
Without realizing it, the entire day had passed and Marie had come up with nothing to advance the case. The room was enveloped in darkness, the night sky clear and sprinkled with bright stars. Marie was back to her old ways; before the murder, the only time she left the apartment was at night. She didn't talk to anyone, wasn't nosy, and never went near a murder. Marie could not explain why she kept investigating, only that she felt this obligation to help him. So she played detective. She didn't know what else to do.
Marie floated up, the silky fabric of her dark grey dress swaying across her ankles. One glance out her window told her that it was deep enough into the night for the halls to be empty, which cued her nightly wanderings. Not that they were so much wanderings anymore, Marie only called them that to keep the guilt of entering Mr. Evans's apartment at bay.
She entered the pitch black apartment, guided only by the moonlight. Movement in the apartment caught Marie's eye, and she spun around only to stare at herself in the mirror. She gasped at her reflection, having not seen herself since she died. Marie had become sickeningly pale, her bright blue eyes had faded to gray, and she had a faint silver glow. She looked, well...
She looked like a ghost.
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