“To be honest, I have no doubt that they won’t be anything like the ghosts you’ve encountered,” Elizabeth said nonchalantly. “But at the very least, having some information about the different kinds of ghosts that do exist in other universes might prove useful anyway.”
She leaned back in her chair and let her shoulders drop a little, setting the pen down. She let out a soft sigh and rubbed her cheek a little, a headache beginning to creep into the back of her mind.
“There are always constants and variables in every universe...it’s just a matter of figuring out which is which,” she said.
If she was being completely honest, then she might have gone on to explain that ghosts weren’t a constant that she’d ever seen. The closest thing to it had been Lady Comstock, when she’d inadvertently fused the life of a Lady Comstock from another reality with Elizabeth’s own hatred and anger for her in her own. That was no spirit, close as it seemed to be.