Prussia has spent the next two days not being able to talk to anyone, trapped intangible and invisible as he is. At first it freaked him out, then it pissed him off, and now he's bored out of his mind and half-crazy from it all. But he did realize that sometimes things happened when he walked through a room or stayed in one place long enough. Lights flicked, people got chills.

...Like if he was a ghost.

He comes to a stop when he sees a small group of kedan on the street, speaking to some kid who dressed in clothes so dark, he wondered if she was in mourning.

And then he realized that she was asking about missing people--people who had visited the museum just like he had. Not that the kedan seemed to care much about helping her. He stands by and almost leans against a window, except he almost falls through it and has to stop him. The window still fogs up, as if someone was blowing hot air onto it.

"I obviously meant to do that!"