Jade, my man, my friend, how's your memory? The dead girl swimming past Bric-a-Brac, gliding through the air like it was water, is dressed in a sharp suit and tie with odd clasps on the legs, stops when she spots you. In all senses but the literal, math equations float in front of her face. This person seems familiar -

- Oh! Yes!

Grace swims up directly into Jade's personal space: ~You are the gentleman Jade, the learned man of sorcery who is the friend of Wise Rita, yes? You were at the party of prom and then absent.~