Danny's gaze flickers around nervously as he follows her. He could feel voices, familiar voices, but too muffled to understand.

At first, that was. But as they get closer to the train, the voices get louder and harder for him to ignore.

He turns sharply at one all too familiar voice.

"What are you?" it asks with mock sympathy. "A ghost pretending to be human? Or some creepy little boy with creepy little powers. Not a ghost, not a boy. Who cares for a thing like you?"