"No.  The kid only saw ghosts because it was in the script.  This is different," Seph yawns.  "This is the afterworlds shutting down or something.  There'll be a lot of this going around soon.  So I hear from my sources, anyway."<br/><br/>She sips her coffee, most definitely awake enough to return Sandra's glance with a warm smile.<br/><br/>"Lay you nine to five the experts weren't archaeologists...which means they were the wrong sorts of experts.  This is Europe.  It's hard to find anyplace that hasn't been settled at least once or twice.  But hey, he who has the gold makes the rules."<br/><br/>Finally her attention zeroes in on the young man again.<br/><br/>"If it helps, you can pretend that you're going mad.  That none of it's real.  That you're just seeing things.  Go find a nice cozy hospital and get drugged to the gills.  Maybe even see if you can find a holy roller to exorcise you a few times."  She shrugs.  "Or you can take what the Fates have allotted you, seize it with both hands, and pull<em>really</em>hard.  You might even earn a chance to kick them in the teeth for what they've done.  That would mean sticking with us for a while, though...and staying sober."