Ankyra Sound so don't worry, i'm coming home.

silence filled the stony halls of caiaphas the ghost's graveyard. an interval of time passed where caiaphas didn't know whether she was here or not; she saw only the girl, her brow drawn in concentration.

what am i doing here? her voice sounded far away and ethereal. what are you doing here? this is where i died -- where i belong.

if she could move in closer, she would. instead, she settled for being like the softly dappled dust motes -- drifting along strands of ethereal blue light. the sea brought you here, yes -- but why? maybe the sea has its own purpose. it did in my lifetime.