Keira turns to the paper bag containing her uneaten lunch and, pulling some bread off of a sandwich, throws it out for the two ducks keeping her company. Keira and Irene watches them nibble at the floating scraps, Keira with a hesitant smile while Irene floats impassively. The soothing moment is brief, shattered by a disembodied, softly masculine voice that calls out without warning.

???: Hello, Keira.

Startled once again, both human and companion spirit turn quickly to face the source of that voice.