Time crawled by slower than ever before, even for someone who spent most of her time staring out a cracked window in an empty apartment. The clock made it worse, as Marie could watch the minutes tick by.
On day four at 3:46 AM, Marie had had enough. Exasperated, she floated to the door, ready to give up and retreat to the comfort of apartment 706 West. She passed her silver reflection and allowed herself one last stare. Right as she was looking into her grey eyes, the door creaked open yet again, revealing none other than Lamar. She tried to catch his eye as he peered around the room, but he, as usual, looked straight through her. Her frustration finally got the best of her, and her elbow flew back against the mirror.
To her surprise, it shattered, light reflecting off the pieces as they hit the ground. Lamar jumped and yelled in surprise. As soon as he saw Marie, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. "Wha--who are you?"
"Please don't freak out, I don't know how long I have. I'm Marie. I've been investigating Mr. Evans's death, and I've seen his ghost twice. I think Ether Maitland is involved. Mr. Evans said that 'time ran out' and 'it's all in the desk.' I assume he's talking about that one."
Marie's silver arm stretched out towards the desk, and Lamar's eyes reluctantly followed. He did not say anything, Marie assumed he was too awestruck by the silver figure floating in front of him. When he looked back in her direction, his eyes were searching the spot where Marie stood. It was obvious he could not see her anymore. Shaking his head, Lamar walked out of the apartment without giving the desk a second look.
