Pruna span round angrily at the voice, that girl. Who had actually been one of the last people she had spoken to before she had died, and now she was here.

Part of Pruna felt a childish satisfaction that she hadn't outlived her, at least not by much. But now she was here, just as uninjured as Pruna herself.

"So what do it be then?" She tried to shake it, she could see the back of it. It confused her and added to her overall anger.