They were staring at her, but that was OK, she was staring back, gaze avaricious. because they were hers - had always been hers -. and she would have them back.

Needed them back.

She was going in.

Reaching out, intending to softly brush the top of them with a careful finger, her hand…

Past straight through the stack of credit cards.

Goddamnit!

Being intangible sucked.

Turning with another muttered curse, the spirit floated back through the wall of her old bedroom.

She’d be back tomorrow.