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[ghostlighter]

[So, here's Chris. He's sitting on a park bench he happened to bring with him, one leg pulled up against his chest, an arm wrapped around it loosely. His other hand is near his face, making a few vague, gestures before he lowers it to also wrap around his leg. Chris seems to be expecting someone to appear shortly after himself.]O...kay. What the

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[mansons]

[Sam appears about thirty seconds later, fists clenched beside her and a scowl on her face that would scare away a hardened warrior. She throws her head back, eyes tightly shut, and yells/screams:]

What the heck is going on here?!?

[ghostlighter]

[... whoa. Chris leans back in the bench, both his brows going waaay up at the show of frustration.]

[mansons]

Aaaaaugh, this doesn't make a bit of sense and it's driving me crazy!!

[A few quick breaths, and then one deeep one... and she exhales slowly.]

Okay. Alright. [She mentally counts to three before turning to face Chris.] You seriously didn't see him at all?!

[ghostlighter]

[He nods.] Or hear him. Or feel him, yeah.