"I think that's any death that isn't, peacefully asleep or something." Wrestling with death was pretty much her life now. Lingering in the aftermath and watching a world outside your control was twisted, but... it had its upsides. Charlie got to mend a wound he inflicted twenty years ago. Dawn got to find peace from something that happened to her fifty years ago. "I'm just sorry she had to wait so long to find what she needed, she died in '72."

She also was meant to graduate in the spring. Only now she might not. Missed too many days of school, several crimes committed she can't really contest as a ghost. Not that it mattered, she didn't have any chance at college anymore. Her face just read a mix of unease at this topic, not saying anything right away. Until she remembered that doesn't make it seem better, "So we're the same age, more or less."

"So you just drive, or are you one of those guys who spends the weekend elbow deep in car guts and grease?" It was a genuine question, because it was nice to get to know someone new. Someone she hadn't known all her life, or been stuck with in the hereafter by fate. Someone close enough to her she could understand, but wasn't her exact copy. And she desperately wanted to get away from topics too close to herself right now.