She reached out to take her girlfriend’s arm, but her hand just passed straight through it. Marilyn quickly turned back to Cyrus, her eyes wide in shock. He rushed over to her and pulled her back. But she resisted just long enough to cause him to stumble. He fell straight towards Alli—and straight through her as well.
“No, this isn’t right,” Cyrus said. “This is very, very wrong.”
“What is happening?”
“I’m not sure. But it shouldn’t be happening. Apparitions aren’t living people, just shades left behind by those that have passed.”
“Apparitions? You mean ghosts? That can’t be right. If we were ghosts, Alli would still be able to communicate with us.”
“I don’t know,” Cyrus said. “But you meet a lot of ghosts when you’re the son of the death god.”
Alli turned back to the other woman. “I guess our next move is to head back to Spirit Cop. We have to find the others somewhere.” She turned back to the apartment door and opened it again.
“We must hurry,” the other woman said. “We are all in grave danger.”
“So you’ve said, but you’re going to explain it to me in the car. I’m not driving all over this damn city without a good reason.”
“Of course,” the mystery woman said as the door closed behind her.
Marilyn didn’t know what to do as they stood in the otherwise empty room. She leaned in to Cyrus. He wrapped his arms around her, a comforting gesture as she tried to resist the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. She nestled her head into his chest.
“What do we do?” She resisted the urge to sob as she said the words.
“We have to figure out what did this to us. We didn’t die, so someone or something must be responsible for pulling us out of sync with the living world.”
“But what? And how? Why can’t Alli detect us when she talks to ghosts on a regular basis?”
“I don’t know,” Cyrus said. “I wish I did.”
She pulled away from him. She took a deep breath and forced down the worries that raced through her mind. He was right. They needed answers and she would be strong. She survived a fight with an insane god with him. She would survive this as well.
She turned to the door. “Where do we go to find help?”
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