The Vicio seemed like a different ship now. Part of that had to do with nothing chasing me through the hallways with murderous intent. That was always helpful in making a home away from home feel cozier, even more so than comfort food. Shocking, I know. But it felt different too - warmer and brighter and livelier.
It smelled the same though. Traces of tobacco lingered in the air, and when I walked through an invisible cloud of smoke, I'd stop to see if Red was around. I was sure she was somewhere, and I had a lot of questions for her. One of those questions included why she didn't feel the need to cross to the other side through me. Was she waiting for something? There was also the enigma of why she'd helped me in the first place. Was it because she knew it would help me find out the truth about the Saelis and myself? No ghost in the history of ever had helped me, and I felt I owed her some kind of acknowledgment for it.