[The tall gent in black might turn slightly toward her, looking at her over his shoulder, though it's likely hard to tell if he's looking right her.]
An overactive imagination got the better of me. That usually doesn't happen to me, but given the atmosphere tonight, it's hard to avoid falling into that.
[A glance back toward the bushes, and his shoulders might tighten under his jacket, as if whatever he's seeing hasn't passed. Perhaps she might start seeing something fading into view indistinctly up the path from them.]
I thought I saw the spirit of someone I knew in my world... A father figure, I suppose you might call him, who died shortly before I arrived here. Except that neither of us believed in an afterlife.
Re: 1.2
An overactive imagination got the better of me. That usually doesn't happen to me, but given the atmosphere tonight, it's hard to avoid falling into that.
[A glance back toward the bushes, and his shoulders might tighten under his jacket, as if whatever he's seeing hasn't passed. Perhaps she might start seeing something fading into view indistinctly up the path from them.]
I thought I saw the spirit of someone I knew in my world... A father figure, I suppose you might call him, who died shortly before I arrived here. Except that neither of us believed in an afterlife.