Fingers flew over what pages were left trying to come up with something to stop this ghost from killing the only friend he had. It was kind of sad if he stopped to think about it but he didn’t have the time. Of all the books that damn ghost could have gone into why mine? He thought as that one spawned another. Could this be related? Slamming the cover close he looked to the ghost, dust swirling close enough to his face now to threaten his vision. Long hair whipped around as he opened his mouth to scream at Priscalla again.<br/><br/>Blinking back dust he closed his mouth, the tiny graduals irritating his tongue as she fell to the ground. What the hell happened? Nodding slowly he took her hand and ran. He had no idea to where but that didn’t really matter to him at that moment, he just wanted to be…away. Turning down three alleys he finally stopped. Leaning against a wall for support he realized he was somewhat out of breath. Not enough to be unhealthy but enough to know he exerted himself. Good to know he was, mostly, in shape.<br/><br/>“Are you alright?” He asked before completely realizing she was blue. Eyes widening a little he asked somewhat worriedly, “really are you alright?”