Jane hadn't made up her mind if she was staying or going after... well, after she did whatever she was meant to do there. But there was a small voice in the back of her head that laughed at her indecision, because it knew she was going to stay. She felt the same about Nicole. This place had drawn her back, and it had done the same to Nicole. It had killed her aunt, and now Nicole was here. She had a job and everything. Did Nicole really believe this was temporary?
"It does feel the same," Jane said, glancing toward the hospital again. She knew the stories about that place. Ghosts wandered the halls. She wished she could see them. "There are some different faces, but... I walk down the street and I feel like I'm eleven years old again. Moxie's and the Orion, and the marina. I saw some new shops, and some new neighborhoods, but it doesn't feel different. There's like..." Jane trailed off, squinting as she tried to think of the proper description. "...a heaviness about it. It's alive and watching us." She grinned again and tapped her nail against her cup. "Do you know what I mean?"