While the televised cartoon wonders entranced Ann, an encounter of the supernatural kind was happening just to her right and she was never the wiser. 


[i]"..... Why me?"[/i] Ariadne was a complete enigma at this point. Any evidence of her history was nonexistent. Any hope of communication was seemingly impossible, not even her sister could hear her. It was just Ariadne but being half dead wasn't all bad. There was a sort of bliss that came from being unnoticeable and the unparalleled strength and speed was certainly a bonus. Ariadne had obtained immortality, the goal of many humans before her, but it was so lonely she'd trade it all just for the chance to hold her sister close and tell her it'll be alright. 

She was always innocent. Weak. Ariadne was always strong. Protector. In this life and the last...

Amid all of Ariadne's brooding and gazing out the window and into the park, another person approached. Ariadne did not turn to look at him, she only stared out through the window. She did not answer when he spoke. She did not even bother to pay any mind to him, past knowing he was there. She did not care for his name, his status, his abilities to see the dead, and especially his questions. She did not care for most. She only cared for Ann because she was the only one who remained innocent. So Ariadne continued her gaze out the window, her everlasting fury still present and profound.