Penny stared at her lifeless body as it slumped forward in the chair it was tied to. She felt sick as she watched Beckah suck the blood and warmth out of the husk. Penny wanted to cry, but found that she couldn't. She didn't have a body now, did she? Maybe that sick feeling that swirled in her gut was just something she was used to feelings, so her spirit brain or whatever tricked her into feeling that way. Penny didn't know which was which and it made her head hurt, so she decided to not think on the subject any longer. 

A man appeared out of no where in front of her, startling her from her downward mental spiral. He had a face that she couldn't specifically pick out in a crowd, but at the same time, she thought it looked familiar. Penny felt somewhat comforted and a warm feeling wash over her at the soft smile he offered, though she tried to push that warm feeling away. She was dead... or dying, wasn't she? She didn't want to feel whatever this man was making her feel. She wanted to feel cold and in pain. At least that way, she knew she was still alive. 

"[color=f6989d]Please. You have to stop her. I don't know who you are or how you can see me or whatever is happening, but you have to help me.[/color]" Penny could still feel a faint connection to her body, so she knew it must not be completely dead. At least, not yet. "[color=f6989d]I'm not ready to die.[/color]" She was aware how pathetic she sounded, but she couldn't care less. She just wanted to live. She'd only been away from her abusive mom for a certain length of time. It wasn't long enough, not nearly. Penny still had so much she wanted to do. She wanted to get married, fall in love, have kids.. be a better mom than the one that raised her. Surely, there was something this man could do. Why else would he be here at this exact moment?