I am in your air conditioner.

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The voice huffed a frustrated sigh that crackled and hummed unevenly. Of course she couldn't just [focus,] there had to be [answers,] this had to be [complicated.] It usually went this way when she tried to insert herself in mortal affairs: she makes some sort of gesture or nudge,

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even pushes a word or two through, and suddenly the human's telling the tabloids about all the strange sounds in the haunted mill until the roof caves in. What's [not] routine here is the strange creature that joins them. Like her, it stands somewhere between.

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It hovers around and through the woman below her, and it sees her form in turn: a young woman, hair mousy-brown, eyes grey, and form slender. It's warning her, that growl, but the woman's asking a question she can't easily answer on her own. "Hey! You there! Can't you tell her where I am?"

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And after an uncomfortable few moments of recovery, a woman's voice spoke in a sharp whisper near her shoulder - voice bright, layered, and rather annoyed. "I don't like them. Who is that?!"

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