Layla jumped when a voice she didn't register spoke. "The door has moved on." She whipped her head around as they continued, "Yelling will just keep it away, like a morning bird." A... a ghost? She slumped against the wall where the door had been and answered, "What will bring it back, then? When I sing, birds come back... Would that work?"
But before the ghost could answer, another voiced seeped through the wall. "Hello?" A muffled voice came through the stone wall. "Are you stuck? Stand back," The feminine voice continued, "I'll get you out."
"It's me, Layla!" She cried, "The door went away; I don't know if there's anything you can do to help! Who are you?" Yet Layla's hope had dissolved, she still would like company. Besides the ghost, clearly. Even though she seemed nice, Layla preferred more humane company. Ghost slightly creeped her out. A dead person, in the over world? No thank you!