"Spirits revert back to the time when the person was happiest in their lifetime." She looked him up and down. "Perhaps you were happiest when you died." She smiled again, her usual happy expression returning to her face once again. "I was born way back in 1915, so I died at one hundred and three years old. How pitiful would it be if my spirit was some frail looking old woman?" She giggled. "My spirit has gone back to the day I met my dearest husband, Guiseppe, in the 30s. I'm in my twenties again~"<br/><br/>She did a single twirl, her dress spinning with her, before stopping and looking at him again. "Perhaps the reason I died when I did was so I could meet you here, like this. Maybe I was meant to help you smile one last time." She held a hand out to him. "Come, perhaps we have something in common that we can discover. These funerals are very dismal ceremonies so why not run away through the memories of our lives? Of course, we will be back in time for the Final Goodbye, but that won't occur for a while now." She made sure to look into his eyes, trying to be as approachable as possible.<br/><br/>"Please, Johnathan. Let me know you."