The stranger climbed up on the ship as Eliza and Dr. Beuman watched, incredulous at the soaking wet rat who just joined them.  She seemed mute, or maybe in shock.  Anthony nibbled at his fingernails and crossed his arms, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as the girl began to undress. "Maybe she's a ghost," he surmised to his daughter. "She doesn't act like she sees us. Maybe we're seeing ghosts now."<br/><br/>"Daddy, please. Be reasonable.  She's not a ghost."  The thought made Naomi nervous though, and the glimpse of the gun outline in the girls pants didn't help the matter any. Raising her voice slightly she addressed the newcomer.<br/><br/>"Hey!  You - girl. Are you okay?"  She eased to another part of the boat deck where she could see the girl's profile and her bare legs. The pant were wadded up with the gun inside the pocket, but the stranger didn't seem to be thinking about her safety right then. "W-why did you leave that side? Were there hoards of Walkers there too?  Hey, can you hear me?"<br/><br/>"She's a ghost," Anthony insisted. "She's not there, Eliza. Don't talk to her or she'll take you over to the other side."