Macy reached out to touch Presley, then pulled back. It was the hardest part about the afterlife-- other than wandering aimlessly for years upon years, obviously-- there was a strict no contact rule. Sure, she could make things fall over and lights flash, if she really wanted to. Sometimes she could make hair stand up on the back of people's neck, or give them the impression that something was tugging on their hair. But it wasn't her physically touching them. It was her presence, her aura, and some other bullshit that she really didn't understand fully.
Instead, she sighed. Noah had always been like this. Unimpressed and impatient. One would think he'd show a little more enthusiasm. She had, you know, sought him out to give him a message from the beyond. But no. He just stood there, smoking his cigarette like he did this every day.
"Well, now what I wanted to say doesn't quite seem so important." Macy used to do well under pressure. But this sort of made her feel stupid. "I guess, first I wanted to know if he was okay. From that car accident with that girl he saved. I'm very proud of him for that. Tell him that." She was looking at Noah as she spoke, except for the last bit. That part, she turned to Presley.