It was hard to believe Rose had been in Lawrence for over a year now. In some ways, it felt like a lot had happened in that time. Not all of it was great. In fact, a lot of it wasn't. But if Regina forcing her to get away for a week with Jim had done anything for her, it was reminded her to focus on the good things in her life again. She'd lost friends here, almost more than she could count, but she'd made some pretty great ones, too. No matter what bad had happened along the way, Lawrence had become home for her. Her life in her own reality felt like another lifetime, anyway.
Rose wasn't doing her nightly patrols anymore, at least not as frequently, but tonight happened to be one of her official shifts in the graveyard. With the surveillance Skye had set up for them and all the other tech, she knew she didn't have to strictly patrol, but she usually did it, anyway. A lot of people found the graveyard creepy or unsettling, especially after all the shit that had gone down there. Rose should have felt the same way, considering her own experiences, but not far from its borders was a cabin that held more good memories than bad ones for her and being out here brought her some peace. Maybe it was the fresh air or maybe it was the beauty of the night reminding her that she was still here and still alive. Whatever it was, she found herself walking the area, a silver stake and a gun holstered in her belt just in case, as she kept her eyes open for any new activity.
The sound of a girl talking to herself caught her attention and she jogged in the direction of the voice. She came to a stop in front of a girl who looked pretty close to her own age, maybe a year or two older. Rose studied her, her sharp guardian senses taking in everything about her appearance, which definitely radiated a mixture of confusion and annoyance.
"Yeah, I can see you," she answered without missing a beat. Once, she hadn't thought the supernatural really existed outside of vampires, but the last few years had taught her not to question the seemingly impossible. Can't and don't weren't really a part of her vocabulary anymore. "Ghost? Or something else?" she asked before remembering her manners. "I'm Rose Hathaway and I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but how about we get you out of the creepy graveyard first and then I'll tell you everything you wanna know."