[Another thing floating by gives Dave another opportunity to see what was so wrong - the right eye, a piece of glass instead of flesh and blood - and both eyes are wide in horror.

She remembers that voice. All she can utter in reply is a tiny, horrified:] No-

[She only manages to speak up again once she is invisible. After all, he's wounded and unarmed. He can't really do anything, can he?]

...Why are you here?

[He's dead, after all. Dead people shouldn't be moving.]