"There isn't anyone there. I'd be able to see them too," granted she had ghosts of her own, they came and went every time she let her guard down a little. Disappearing and reappearing in the fog. Always trying to lead her astray. It had worked at first.

Not now, though.

"Who is he? Someone who died, before you came here?" It didn't seem like it was always dead people, of course. She'd seen Finn, Rose, and Poe in turn, but the most often it was wearing Ben's face. Whatever it was.