Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

The burned out hulk of what had once been Digital Anachronism Studios came in to view, looking like a grotesque skeleton amidst the backdrop of the cold London night. Lavannah looked up at it as they approached, gripping Rosa's hand tightly. They weren't even inside yet, but already Lavannah could hear the souls trapped inside, begging for their freedom. Someone to help them. Screaming and crying in frozen anguish. They hadn't known their fate because the tragedy that was the Vanity Faire video shoot had caught everyone by surprise. It was a horrible shock to the system to suddenly be dead. Some of the trapped souls didn't even understand that they were yet. But Lavannah was coming for them.

( This place is clear )

There was something about autumn that made Lavannah feel alive. Maybe it was because around her the world was getting ready to sleep for the winter and she had no such need. Or because she'd been rescued in the autumn. It was almost a year ago now when David and Peter had come to her in the hospital. They'd learned how to listen when no one else could. More importantly, they'd learned how to speak to her when she had no ears to hear. And they'd given her Louise. Her filter. Her constant companion. Without the spirit of Louise always with her, Lavannah would be doomed to hearing the constant voices of the dead. It never stopped. They never stopped.

( Medium )

When Peter answered the door to Lavannah and David, Lavannah cast her pseudo-father a worried look. Peter had paint on his forehead and in his hair and he looked...for lack of a better word, insane. "Come in!" Peter said, his voice slightly too loud with a manic edge that made Lavannah's spirit guide incredibly uncomfortable. It made sense. Lavannah's spirit guide was Peter's dead mother. And she was worried about her son. Once she and David had been ushered inside, Lavannah glanced around and waited. "Oh right! I could take you upstairs."

( Losing It )