<div style="text-align: justify;">Christine was doing her best not to freak out. She had every intention to stick by Leigh's side and help him. The big problem was that she didn't know what to do to help. With a sigh, Christine waited for Leigh to tell her what he saw. She wished she could see them, but that wasn't possible. There was a sense of comfort and powerlessness at once in this. One one side, she didn't have to be terrified. On the other hand, she couldn't help as much as she would like to without really knowing what these ghosts were up to.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Christine listened when Leigh said he had seen a young boy. She listened as Leigh spoke, but couldn't hear the boy. Oddly enough, she could feel his presence, or at least a presence. <br/><br/>When Leigh asked her to help him be strong, Christine squeezed his hand a little tighter. "I am here for you, Leigh. You can draw on my strength as much as you need", she murmured gently.<br/><br/>Her free hand was held out. She couldn't see the boy, but she hoped he could see and approach her. Something in her felt it was important. "Tell me if you see him again. The scared boy."</div>