I could hear her.
I stopped in my tracks, looking her over with an incredulous look of disbelief. Was she in denial? She had undoubtedly questioned if I was, but maybe she had been throwing stones in glass houses.
"You're in the afterlife," I pointed out. "I saw you floating earlier. And your name is The Phantom. How are you not a ghost?"
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