Blackfeather Woods champagne, cocaine, gasoline

For some time nothing happened, and the spirit thought that this would be it. Maybe he was dead, or dying, or he would just stay here forever. She didn't know, and her interest was fading quick as her attention span was still that of a child's. "Elloooo," she huffed, but it changed nothing in what he was doing. The pale child decided he was not interesting anymore and when her eye caught a cream mushroom on the floor she trotted towards it, all interest in Bird lost.

Just as the spirit was studying and sniffing the mushroom on the ground, she heard a sound behind her. Quickly she turned round again and saw that Bird had lifted his head. "You back now, Bird?" she asked, deciding that name would do - for now.