Fred smiled and felt a little silly for taking what she'd said so literally. Someone like Lorne probably would have caught onto it immediately but she was a girl of science no matter how much she worked around the supernatural. Usually there was always some sort of calculation that tied into one of the prophecies or a formula that went with a spell, but white noise? Maybe she was out of practice, but this was new territory to her.
She'd used a white noise machine before in her lab or during huge study sessions in grad school, but normally Fred got by listening to music to drown out everything else and the white noise sounded just like.. noise. But if she was supposed to know how to communicate with the rest of the dead this way because she was stuck in the middle of both worlds then maybe it was time to put on her mystical thinking cap and listen.
"I guess I never thought about it that way." For someone that delighted in theorems and formulas, this seemed a lot more complicated. Fred didn't like hearing that she'd always feel that hollow ache in her chest, but there had to be a way arkund it right? A way to feel something else where her soul was supposed to be. Even demons could feel that right? She'd seen it and in ones other than Spike and Angel.
"So I need to learn to listen to myself then? The white noise?"