At ease now, the ghosts resumed their mingling and chatter. It felt just like before, when they'd all been alive, only happier. The music was not so heavy this time—it was pleasant and soothing. She saw Martin at the edge of the crowd, older than the others, watching her as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He must have lived much longer than the rest, and he seemed more aware than them. She felt no desire to speak to him, and stared at him until he looked away abruptly.