*she ambles out of the room she is in, and into the drafty halls.  Being no longer amongst the living, such things as cold, or wind, or even fear do not register for her as she goes about doing her job.  She stops to dust off a vase here, she moves to turn the ancient vacuum on there, and soon she has made her way down the hallway and towards the main room where people seem to be speaking.  She pauses, knowing she should not listen, but she leans against a door to hear who has come to visit the Master*