"Ghost? Sorry, I'm not quite sure what you mean, kupo... A female moogle, dressed in a black gown and wispy black shawl. "Forgive me, but I simply must get past. I've a very important appointment, though I..." She looks troubled. "I can't seem to recall where, kupo..." Perhaps alarmingly, however, is the shadowy numeral floating over her head, a number five in wispy black smoke.

"Uhh. Ma'am, you have a, uh. A thing..." Not certain of what to do, Serge gets out of the way. "Over your head..."

"A... thing?" She looks up, directly at the smoky numeral, her brow furrowing. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, young man. Oh, I shall be late unless I hurry, kupo. It's such a terribly important appointment, but I just can't recall- please, young man, young lady, can you help me?" Over her head, the number dissipates... only to reform a moment later.

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