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Page sat up quickly when the door opened and the dark haired boy entered. Her thoughts had actually been about him...and then there he was, as if conjured from her very imagination. She thought maybe it was her imagination because she felt as though she was connected to the strange being....but again, she blamed it on the hope that they could make contact with the girls.
"Umm Miss? Ghost? Spirit-thingy? Sorry, this is weird for me, as I'm sure it probably is for you. I'm not here to throw you out of here, aand neither are my friends, I'm sure. I completly respect that you were here first, and...umm...if that means that we need to sleep down in the lounge so you and your companions can stay where you are, then that's fine by me. I'm not sure about the others though, but I'm fine with giving up a proper bed so that you are comfortable." He said.
To be honest, that was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her....but did she actually need sleep? She wasn't sure. She stared at the boy unsure of herself for a moment. He could tell she was here...could he hear her? could he talk to her? How could he see her? These questions flew through her mind in a matter of mili-seconds.
She stood and glided over to him slowly, because she didn't want to scare him. She ran her fingers along his cheek, and down his jaw line hoping to see a reaction. Had he felt it? She hoped so, these boys could be their only hope.
"My name is Page" She said suddenly. She studied his face intently. He looked so tired, and like maybe he was in pain....
"You should sit, you look exhausted" She commented, as she moved over. She didn't know if he could hear her but it was the thought that counted.
Page sat up quickly when the door opened and the dark haired boy entered. Her thoughts had actually been about him...and then there he was, as if conjured from her very imagination. She thought maybe it was her imagination because she felt as though she was connected to the strange being....but again, she blamed it on the hope that they could make contact with the girls.
"Umm Miss? Ghost? Spirit-thingy? Sorry, this is weird for me, as I'm sure it probably is for you. I'm not here to throw you out of here, aand neither are my friends, I'm sure. I completly respect that you were here first, and...umm...if that means that we need to sleep down in the lounge so you and your companions can stay where you are, then that's fine by me. I'm not sure about the others though, but I'm fine with giving up a proper bed so that you are comfortable." He said.
To be honest, that was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her....but did she actually need sleep? She wasn't sure. She stared at the boy unsure of herself for a moment. He could tell she was here...could he hear her? could he talk to her? How could he see her? These questions flew through her mind in a matter of mili-seconds.
She stood and glided over to him slowly, because she didn't want to scare him. She ran her fingers along his cheek, and down his jaw line hoping to see a reaction. Had he felt it? She hoped so, these boys could be their only hope.
"My name is Page" She said suddenly. She studied his face intently. He looked so tired, and like maybe he was in pain....
"You should sit, you look exhausted" She commented, as she moved over. She didn't know if he could hear her but it was the thought that counted.