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"Uh, Rachel," Alexa stared at her friend, then stood up in all her ghostly height. There was no use talking to someone who couldn't see or hear you. But interest and curiously rose when Lexy spotted Lucas just entering into the lobby. "Oh, Luu!" Alexa bellowed out, which would be bitterly silent to them. "You're here, you sweet devil!" Lexy grinned, her heart fluttering with the actual sensation of love towards the guy. But when he walked right past her and directed all his attention to Rachel, Lexy went green with envy, her features twisting up into a displeased pout.

But the fact that the conversation seemed impersonal and sad, Lexy just thought they were supporting each other through this time. If Rachel and Lucas were here, then that meant everyone was here. When Rachel stood up to leave, Alexa took a step towards the corridors, then hesitated and stared at the two. Something was amiss. They never talked with each other around Lexy. With a lingering thought of doubt, Lexy turned on her ghostly heels and projected herself into the corridor her room was in. It was quick, painless, like falling into blackness for a very short moment, then appearing somewhere else.

When she was right in front of the door, she felt a rush of hesitation take over her. So she stood, as still as stone, staring at the white door.

"...Did she have any enemies that you know of?"

Lexy turned her head towards the muffled question that sounded right across the room she was staring at.

"Alright, Jack," she heard her mother speak, and swiftly turned around to look into the room. As soon as she glanced inside, she spotted him, the man that could see her somehow, and as quickly as that, she ducked down, then moved and pressed her back against the wall, listening in instead of looking in.

"She runs a Fashion boutique, and as far as I know, she hasn't harmed a soul. I'm sure you can believe me when I tell you that it's impossible for Lexy to have enemies, maybe people jealous but never enemies as vulgar as those men," Christina pursed her lips in distaste, high class dripping off her every word. "As for why she was out there late at night; walking home, officer. I can assure that's all she was doing; it was idiotic and naive of her, but then again she's always been those two things." It seemed Mrs. Peterson wasn't the sweetest woman in town, but then again, it was perhaps grief talking.

Overhearing that, Lexy couldn't help but grimace, muttering a few words against it, for her own sake. "Moom, jeez..."