Matthew nodded his head about Leona being a nice lady. She had SEEMED nice to him. He didn't trust that. He didn't trust most. For some reason he trusted Viola. He didn't know why. "Okay." He said to the she'd stop catching him off guard when she kinda knew him. He couldn't come here often...he wanted to but...it was just dangerous. Dangerous for him when his father found out. Then this place wouldn't be a sanctuary. "I won't pick on you...promise." He said softly. He would never pick on anyone. Its why he was the most popular guy at school even though he was just a college freshman. Awesome at sports and wonderful personality. At least the one he pretended to have. Inside he was a pained and somewhat dying soul. His eyes went wide in horror and awe as Viola slumped in the chair. Inside he was panicking. Did he just lose his friend? The friend he had let in? That would crush him. He didn't want her to be gone. The ghost scared the hell out of him though. She was so pained looking. It put him in mind of himself. Internal pain much like what this little girl had surely gone through physically. He knew the burn of rope well. He shook his head. Almost falling out of his chair. This ghost seemed sad. Sad reminded him of him inside. He didn't like being reminded of the pain he suffered. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to see the ghost anymore. He opened his eyes and looked at Viola. Willing her to be alright.