Listening to the human girl babble was giving Ginger a headache.  Clearly she wasn't trying to sneak up on the girl, otherwise she wouldn't have pulled out in front of her.  But what annoyed Ginger even more than the girl's incessant rambling and her continuing to call her Goldilocks, was the other ghost in her personal space.  The reason Ginger hadn't tried to fight back was to avoid conflict, but this other spectral force, this Dream, was clearly not taking the hint.  Ginger let out an obviously aggrivated hissing sigh and lowered herself to the girl's head level and began to lead her back to teh path.  The sooner this human and her partner were out of her hair, the better.<br/><br/>She responded ill to the looks she was getting from Dream, mostly with death glares and small growls.  Normally she found that she could get along with just about any pokemon, or at least avoid contact with them outside of battle.  But unfortunately, her orders were to escort anyone she found back to the beaten path.  After this little encounter, Ginger was all-too-willing to just retire to teh pokeball.  She'd had enough of all of this nonsense.<br/><br/>Zubats flocked hither and thither in what seemed like no particular pattern.  Just another irritant in this gave of hellish wonders.  By this time Ginger didn't care one iota about the stupid clefairy, other ghosts, or this girl.  She just wanted to be left alone to stew.  She knew the look that other ghost was giving her, she'd seen it all-too-many times from the ghosts in her old haunt: judgement, criticism, perhaps the other ghost thought she was just some cheap gimmick?  A dumb blonde with a head full of psy-nothing!  Well she wouldn't stand for it.  She tilted up her head and sped forward a little until she saw the light at the end of the cavern and could hear Spectra stirring lightly on the other side.<br/><br/>Without even aiming for the door, Ginger sped through the wall and vanished again into the shadows.  There was no way the other two could lose their way, as the door was only a few meters away, and Spectra was just standing to the inside curve looking in.  She'd caught sight of Ginger whizzing by, almost seemed as though she were fleeing from something, but that was rather unlike her.<br/><br/>"Hello?" Spectra called clearly, the echo reverberated through the cavern and a flashlight beam arched into the path, picking up a shoe.  Spectra lifted the ray of the light just a bit so as not to shine it in the person's eyes, but to illuminate the figure.  She could tell it was a girl, perhaps even around her own age.  Must've been one of the trainers who'd taken the boot-legged path.