[b]Anumi sits in the lounge, dozing off on the couch. She's exhausted. Her hair has turned a light purple complexion and her eyes a deep purple themselves. She blinks them, almost aware of their change in hue. Maybe it was just all the insanity of the week. She rolls over and watches a nearby fish tank. Something was bothering her. It was Sawyer, Lucien, and everyone... But someone in particular was on her mind. Lance. She couldn't forget his eyes, his words, and his strange ability to appear anywhere. Was he a ghost? She had to know... Her words were silent and almost a secretive whisper.[/b] [i][u]"Lance...? You there...?"[/u][/i] [spoiler]Closed[/spoiler]