Unlike many of the other ghosts, Anna did not have a hard time acclimating to her presence in the world. So many hundreds of thousands of years and she had been so many things. She was programmed to know how to be. The redhead stood calmly against the chaos as she watched the glorious mix of human emotion. The tears of loss and the joy of reunion. A small sad smile touched her face. This was the reason she had become human in the first place. She wanted this to feel all of it.
But Anna wasn't human. Even now she could feel that she was an angel again and not human. It was probably best considering the mortality rate on humans wasn't very good at the moment. She would have a much easier time surviving the zombie apocalypse as an angel. But that meant she didn't belong among them, not fully and had no right to return to their prison and live among them.
Slowly she backed away from the scene, ever the eternal watcher. The cacophony of emotional output was probably overwhelming for a human too. Anna wasn't overwhelmed. She wasn't certain what she was. She felt neither joy nor grief at the series of events that had concluded her Christmas Eve. She only felt fully present in the world and she understood that was a gift. Now she wouldn't have to take Lucien up on trying to get her into hell just so she would have a place to call home.
She was home.
She turned and headed into the woods. The tree might be a beacon for the supernatural, Anna could feel it's pull. But it was the sounds of the people that she left behind that were the beacon of this city. People traveled here because of the community, not because of some mystical tree. She hoped they understood that.
"Travel well, Bonnie Bennett," she whispered to the trees as she walked under a starlit night.