Buffy Summers, Cordelia Chase, Faith Lehane & Xander Harris: packages from Oz.
[PM has managed to avoid the worst of the confusion from today's "errors." Q being in Yuuri's body, and Fletcher in Dirk's? Weird, but manageable. This place has done far worse to her and to others, after all, and talking to people with the wrong faces is far from it.]
[This, on the other hand...]
[She sees the couple walking down the path ahead. Their silhouettes are instantly recognizable. A chill runs down her spine. PM surges forward, gripping the ring around her neck so that it doesn't bounce up and hit her in the face.]
Questant! Keeper-! [She reaches her paw out to touch WQ's shoulder, but it passes right through. Neither the tall and thin Prospitian queen, nor the stout and thick Prospitian king, appeared to have heard her, anyway.]
[Despite knowing she's on her route and should return to it, PM follows the ghosts for as long as they remain visible. Her chest aches, even as they flicker out of existence for good.]
[Only once she's sure they won't reappear does she stop. Her hand has been gripping the ring the whole time, and realizing this only makes her squeeze it tighter. PM remains standing there for several minutes, her expression unreadable.]
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