Too absorbed in her own shock to laugh at a grown man crawling away from her Clarissa just stared at him with wide eyes. Nobody had heard her, let alone seen her, after her death. She had even went to several shops run by self proclaimed physics and had gotten nothing but a good laugh out of it.So why could he see her. As she watched him stand up and right his jacket she couldn't see anything about him that would make him so special that he was her only link to the living.True if she had been alive and saw him at a bar, or even at the park she would have flirted with him, but being cute and seeing ghost were not on the same level.

Not bothering to worry about the chair at clearly stood in the way of her and Agent Malcolm the red haired ghost walked right through it and stood in front of the dark haired man.He was a good head taller then her so she tiled her neck and bounced up on the balls of her feet so that she was closer to his eye level. " You can see me?" That question had already been answered really since there was no one else in the room with them. Still she had to be 100% sure he was talking to her."You can see me? Me: Clarissa Valley?" Pointing one long slightly tanned finger at her chest she looked at him with a mix of disbelief and hope.