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"You're asking me? I should ask you why the hell you can see me and no one else can," Alexa felt criticized, then as quickly as letting those string of words leave her mouth, she actually let a pout cross her features, muttering a soft 'sorry' before beginning again. "Clearly you're not psychic..." She sighed, crossing the room to sit down in a chair. She was able to sit down, but couldn't feel the chair beneath her, perhaps a memory trigging off her soul to materialize. "What should we do then?" she watched him with empty, hopeless eyes. "I mean, what should I do? I wasn't implying that you should help," she uttered it quickly.

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Meanwhile, Rob was having trouble picture his sister in any other way than in the hospital bed. A long sigh slipped past his lips before he turned to Bea who had entered the room previously. With a heavy arm, he draped it over her shoulders and tucked her to his side, an affectionate behavior, but one of shared grief.