It was a warm night, a heated breeze blowing over the empty road. It was quiet except for the sounds of crickets and the faint noise of a dogs barking conversations to one another. She moved like the breeze, barely rustling the dried out bushes and thicket to the highway, invisible. Only when she approached the bright headlights of a car coming closer could she be seen. She was overdressed for the occasion, to say the least. A ruby red sparkling gown, the slit of the dress rising up her thigh, her hair done up in soft curls and her makeup painted on until she looked like a living doll. It was how she preferred to look, how she felt most comfortable, so of course her ghost would look the same.She stuck out her thumb, raising her arm over the road like a flag, trying to wave down this passing car. Debby wasn't sure what she was looking for or who she would find, but she had fancied a little exploring tonight. Though sometimes she was afraid to approach strangers, she knew there was no other way. If she was going to become more accustomed to this world again, she'd have to meet new people. She put on a warm, friendly grin, approaching the car when it stopped for her. She beamed at them with joy, excited to see them if only for this moment. "Hello!" She began with, sounding a little too excited for the simple casual meeting, but all the same welcoming. "My name is Deborah Dean-Carmichael, but you can call me Debby. Would you mind giving me a ride? Not many cars are passing by these parts tonight and it's gotten quite dark quite fast, hasn't it?" She chuckled, looking around at the moonlit sky. "It's very pretty but leaves me a bit like a fiddler without his fiddle."She leaned her hands against the window of the car, still flashing that winning smile. "You wouldn't mind, would you? I don't want to be any trouble, of course, but it'd be mighty helpful if I could hitch a ride with you."