"When you've seen one labyrinth, you've seen them all," she replied with a shrug. Did she really believe that? Maybe, to a degree. The labyrinth in the Titty Twister had been hell and, while she never wanted to experience something like that again, it didn't mean she wouldn't.
Hearing about the ghosts, Kate found herself intrigued. Were they malevolent? She hadn't seen one... so maybe they were just like them. Scared and trying to figure stuff out. And... if they were here, alive and breathing, did that mean some of the ghosts were from their own worlds?
Was there a possibility she could see someone like her father? Her mother? Jessica?
She shook her head at the image that popped up in her mind at the thought of her former best friend. She'd been ripped apart by her own brother... and then Kate herself had helped bury her.