Mary: "Nice job."

Tristan shrugged helplessly.

Tristan: "The laws of physics don't seem to apply here. And what the hell are you wearing?"
Mary: "I know, it's a nightmare. If I have to talk to any creepy grinning cats, I'm bringing myself back to life immediately. I don't want that card lady coming after us. Now let me ask you something."
Tristan: "Shoot."

Mary: "When the hell did I kiss James?"
Tristan: "As far as I know, you never kissed James."
Mary: "That's what I thought."

Mary turned slowly around in a circle, taking in her surroundings. It was dark, and very foggy. Everything was cast in black or shades of gray. Even Tristan's pale white skin seemed to be covered with gray ash. There was a strange sound in the distance. A memory came to her of something she'd read, or a movie she'd seen; a lighthouse and a lonely stranger, living for eternity in the gloom of a foggy sea.

Mary: "Next question: Where are we and what the hell is that noise?"
Tristan: "I don't know, and I have no idea. It sounds like… water?"
Mary: "Yes, water. Only weird. Like melting snow."

Tristan raised an eyebrow, wondering how the sound of a river was even remotely similar to the sound of melting snow. Assuming melting snow even made a sound.

Tristan: "Erm, a hell of a lot of melting snow…"

Tristan watched Mary quizzically as she moved dreamily through the darkness toward the sound.

Mary: "Maybe a melting glacier?"
Tristan: "Mary! Stop! Turn around and look at me."

The sharpness of his voice made her jump. She turned around and walked back to him.

Tristan: "You've got to stay with me. Remember what Abigail said? If you lose sight of me for too long, you'll forget why we're here and you'll just be… well, dead. And lost."

Mary took a deep breath and straightened her posture. Tristan had never been against the idea of ghosts, but he never believed that they were the perfect images of the living things they had once been. But the woman who stood before him, whose blue dress was slowly morphing back into the clothing he'd last seen her wear, so resembled the living Mary that it made him rethink things. She stood there, breathing and slightly shivering, and he was hit with a mixture of fascination, comfort, fear and despair. He wondered where Emily was, and wondered if she still looked the same.

Mary: "Right. So… what now?"

Tristan turned around slowly, scanning the landscape in every direction. In front of them was a river, and beyond it he could see the glimmering of distant lights.

Tristan: "I'm guessing we'll have to cross the river."

Mary: "There's a river?"
Tristan: "Don't you see it?"
Mary: "No, it's too dark. I don't think my eyes haven't adjusted yet."

Tristan: "Technically, you don't even have eyes. They're still back in the ER with the rest of your head."
Mary: "Right. I guess that explains why I can't see anything then… oh! Logic in three...two...one... now I can see. That's a big damn river. Hey, are you hungry? I'm hungry. I probably should've had some protein before killing myself."

Tristan sighed. The task of finding Emily and getting her home, while Mary was incorporeal and lacking a brain for such uses as linear thought, was going to be more difficult than he'd anticipated.

Tristan: "There. A bridge."

Mary: "Ouch!"
Tristan: "What happened?"
Mary: "Nothing. Just some static electricity."

Tristan stopped and turned around to face Mary. She was pulling at her sweater. A moment later, he saw a spark of electricity pass between her hand and her abdomen.

Mary: "Ouch! There it was again!"
Tristan: "I saw it."
Mary: "I guess I should've packed my Static Guard."
Tristan: "Yeah…"
Mary: "Son of a bitch!"

Another spark shot through her sweater. She tore it off and threw it to the ground, then tried to shake the static from her hair. As she did, the sweater seemed to dissolve into nothingness and the shirt she'd worn beneath changed to black.

Mary: "That's better. There's at least one perk to being dead."

Tristan turned away and started walking toward the bridge, glancing back every few moments to make sure Mary was following close behind. He was tempted to grab a hold of her hand as he had done with his youngest sister when they were in unfamiliar situations, but resisted the urge. When they reached the base of the bridge, he stopped, straining to read a small sign.

Mary peered over his shoulder, and suddenly the sign was illuminated by a circle of light. Tristan looked back at her and squinted as she pointed the beam of a flashlight directly in his eyes.

Tristan: "Where did you get that?"
Mary: "It's dark, and I could barely see the ground let alone read a sign, so I starting thinking about how I wished I'd brought a flashlight to the underworld, and suddenly I just… had one."
Tristan: "Wicked."

Mary: "'Motor vehicles only. All others prohibited.' Do you think that means us?"
Tristan: "If you're able to conjure objects out of thin air, I don't think a silly little sign is going to stop us."

Tristan stepped up onto the bridge and was immediately thrown twenty feet through the air in the opposite direction. Mary ran to him and fell to her knees beside him.

Mary: "Tristan! Are you okay?"
Tristan: "Ow."
Mary: "What happened?"
Tristan: "I've no idea. It's like there's some sort of force field. Maybe it's because I have a body."
Mary: "Well, let me try then."

Mary stalked back to the bridge, took a deep breath and stepped up. She reached one hand out, tentatively pushing at the air in front of her. Suddenly, there was a blaze of blue light as an arc of electricity hit her square in the chest and sent her flying backward through the air past Tristan.

Tristan: "Mary!"

He tried to scramble to his feet as a ferocious wind picked up speed, blowing dirt and debris into his eye and sending Mary sailing even further backward. Finally, he managed to get a hold on one of her ankles. He pulled her toward him with one arm and grabbed onto the most solid looking rock he could find with the other. She held onto him tightly, as he gritted his teeth and tried to focus on the philosophical implications of Mary's fingernails digging into his arm rather than the painful, physical aspects. Finally, the wind died down and both of them tentatively released their grasps on each other. They stood up, shaking dust and debris out of their hair and clothes.

Tristan: "Are you okay?"
Mary: "No! I just got hit by freaking lightning, and I think you dislocated my leg!"
Tristan: "Sorry. And I'm sure I didn't actually dislocate your leg, seeing as-"
Mary: "Yeah yeah, I don't have a leg. Anyway, this is very annoying."

Tristan: "Obviously we'll have to find another way across. Could you maybe conjure up a car?"
Mary: "I'll try."

Mary squeezed her eyes shut. Her lips moved silently, forming the word "Jaguar" over and over again. Nothing happened.