A new voice piercing the veil, a new face Hazel has not seen before.

But Amelia is too solid, to eager to cross the perimeter of torches to be one of the dead. Hazel watches her carefully but there seems to be little to worry about from this woman. Nothing she need fear at least.

"It is All Saint Day. Day of the Dead. I am speaking of those who have passed on, who are no longer among the living. Other people may have their respects another day, but my purpose is toward the dead today especially."