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There was a city.

Traci moved into the observation deck, weak-legged. For someone whose entire being relied on something so simple as something as a place where people lived--it was like watching something you could never have--it was empty. She had felt it, while finding her staff, and then she had found the tube which had pulled her to the surface. And there the city had been, empty and huge and lifeless.

She wanted milk and cookies. Tea. Something comforting.

Her Staff was warm in her hand, but felt weak with shock--sick.

Traci sat down, hard, on a squishy green thing, staring at the huge statue in front of her, curled up around her staff, and said, quietly, "Well, shit."

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Traci watched this exchange silently, going over the things she'd learned in her head.

"Excuse me," she said, looking at Danny, "but you can't be half-ghost. You can't be half-dead."

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"Logically, yes. Of course, logically we aren't supposed to be flying between universes in a living ship, so I think we can toss all logic out the window right now. Besides, I'm not even sure all the ghosts in my world are even the spirits of formerly living people anyways."

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Terry stared at the white-haired boy.

"Okay," he finally managed to say, "I take it back. Your world sounds a whole lot more confusing then mine."