<div style="text-align: justify;">Christine smiled back at Leigh, trying to help him regain his confidence. It still felt strange for Christine to be the one to support him through a moment of uncertainty, but she knew that was why you chose to marry someone. For better or for worse, she would always be there for him. When Leigh said he was about to do something he would regret, Christine looked at him with clear concern. "I don't know, Leigh", she started. "I have never had evidence that they exist, but by the same line of thought, I have never been given evidence that they don't."<br/><br/>Christine sat by Leigh and caressed his hand. "Maybe it's some sort of energy that has held on to this house. I don't know, some people say it's possible. Maybe you are just more sensitive to it than I am."<br/><br/>Chris was still worried, but she nodded when Leigh asked her to eat and tasted the spaghetti. At least it was good, a good meal was always a good thing. "Don't worry. I was more disappointed and confused than mad." Leaning closer to her husband, Christine caressed his face and went back to her meal. "It hurt me that you didn't feel you could confide in me, that's all. It will take a while, but we'll get over it."<br/><br/>After these words, Christine focused on her plate, finding out she was hungrier than she had imagined. Leigh would probably not be as lucky as it came to being able to focus. The ghost, or whatever it was, stood behind Christine, seemed to appreciate the sight. He turned to Leigh and smiled. "I like her, you know. She's pretty".</div>