Ash did what he always did, he sighed. It was not an ordinary sigh, it was one of boredom and anxiety. He still didn't understand everything Marona had told him. He had taken it in, little by little, and pondered it. This place was so weird, even normality wasn't exactly normal.

He certainly felt it, a sense of false calm in the area. It all felt very fake, very numb. Ash couldn't feel things through touch, or whether the air was hot or cold, but he could feel the presence of evil, of unrest. As a phantom, these senses were heighten when all other senses were robbed.

He weaved through objects as he looked for Marona. Ash smiled softly, when he had met her, she seemed slightly different from the girl he was accustomed to. It was nice seeing her more upbeat again, it certainly affected his emotions as well.

"Good afternoon, Marona." Ash sat next to her, curiously looking over her shoulder, "What are you doing?"