"Dinner?" Melissa asked even though we'd just eaten.

"Yeah," I said.

It was a few hours later and she and I were in one of the elevators in the hotel. Mom was back in the room we'd checked into earlier.

"So….either mom's in denial about the fog or she's been here before. And there was fog then too and something happened to her that traumatized her so much that…" Melissa said piecing it together.

"…she won't talk about it," I continued.

"And so far we're the only ones who can see it, and the Asian guy."

"Yeah."

"Maybe she made the necklace here when she was here years ago."

"Yes but why would the egg be small? And, not round? I mean most ostrich eggs are large," I said.

"Maybe her art teacher was just really really creative," Melissa gathered.

"And a little off it sounds."

I felt something on my chest near my collar bone drip.

"Um, lizzie?" Melissa asked.

"Yeah?" I said looking at her.

She looked down at the necklace. I followed her gaze landing on the necklace which was dripping yellow yolk.

"Is that what mom meant….?" Melissa asked quietly.

"Yeah maybe. But I didn't do anything! We were just standing here and suddenly this happened," I said.

"I know and I'm not blaming you."

"Oh."

"How do I make it stop?"

"I don't know. Why in the hell would a necklace have yolk in it to begin with?"

"I don't know that either," Melissa said.

A tall guy standing next to us, who we hadn't noticed until now, cleared his throat. As did a short rotunt woman wearing a long black coat. She looked at us.

"What?" I asked looking at her.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

She was the same woman who'd helped us find the café earlier.

"The, necklace."

"What necklace?"

"You don't see it?"

"No."

"Ok…..this just keeps getting weirder," Melissa muttered.

"Yeah. I know."

The woman turned and looked at the front wall of the elevator.

"We can't….i mean the both of us can't have a mental illness because people who do don't see the same thing," Melissa said.

"Well. Other than depression," I said.

"Yeah I know but I mean bipolar or schizophrenia."

"Oh."

The mention of schizophrenia led me to think of my friend David who has it.

"You're right."

"Hey. Maybe the Asian guy's dead and that's why we're the only ones who can see him," I said.

"Yeah….ok so that one makes sense," Melissa said.

The guy next to us cleared his throat again, loudly.

"What?" I asked annoyed turning to him.

"omygod," I said when I realized how hot he was.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

He was in all black, tan, muscular, no hair.

His gaze landed on my necklace indicated he wanted to take a look at it.

"Yeah," I said nodding.

He picked it up off my chest with his big thin fingers and looked at it.

'omygod!' Melissa mouthed excited a guy this hot had noticed me.

'I know!' I mouthed back.