"Hi, I am Riku Sakamoto. You must be Clara Robinson. Nice to meet you."
Clara's ethereal form shimmered, her luminous eyes widening as Riku addressed her directly. Her trail of thoughts seemed to abruptly get cut off, as she extended her ethereal hand towards Riku's hand.
"You… you can see me? And hear me?" Her voice was a soft, astonished whisper in Riku's mind, tinged with disbelief. "But how? Mortals can't…"
"Indeed, I can, Lady Clara," Riku said gently, his voice calm. "I can see and hear you. We came here to lay your husband to rest beside you."
Lila, who had been watching Riku speak to what, for her, was empty air, looked utterly bewildered. "Riku? Who are you talking to?" She glanced nervously at the tombstone, then back at him. "Is… is it the ghost you mentioned?"
