Destiny had a spread of tarot cards laid out in front of her. She had moved the cheesy crystal ball (for the tourists) off to the side of the table. She wasn't with a client at the moment so this reading was actually for real. Destiny did a lot of acting, putting on a good show for any idiot who would pay for her gypsy voodoo shit. Real magic? Destiny didn't sell that. When she usually read tarot cards it was to tell the client whatever they wanted to hear but now she was reading them for herself.
Unsurprisingly, she pulled the death card from the deck and set it down on the table just as a ghostly visage appeared to her. Destiny could see all of the ghosts in Everett and yes they were all a little bit different. She could tell the one that used to be a vampire had a different aura than the girl who used to be a werewolf, so on and so forth.
Fred was different. She had been like a beacon of darkness surrounded by more darkness. She hadn't simply died and been stuck on this plane. Her soul had been destroyed and she really had no other place to go. No heaven, no hell awaited Winifred Burkle. She was simply stuck. She felt hollow because she was hollow.
That didn't mean she had to feel like that forever though. It would just always be her burden to carry. She would have to work to feel something more but Destiny was encouraged by Fred's strength of character.
"Hello, Fred. I'd offer you some tea but..." She just smiled up at Fred. It wasn't like Fred could actually drink any of it since she was a ghost. Instead Destiny got up and lit some Phytognosis, incense to communicate with the dead. She was already communicating but it would only help matters. "What can I do for you?" She wrapped herself up in her pink shawl that barely covered up the bikini top she was wearing.