Tainted Carla shouts and covers her face when she first observes me. "Are you a phantom?" She gets my shoulders, crushes me against her chest, rocks me side to side, and afterward presses me once more. I don't have any air left in my lungs when she's done. "What are you doing here? You can't be here," she says, as yet pressing me. "I'm cheerful to see you, as well," I squeak. She pulls away, shakes her head as though I were some sort of a supernatural occurrence and pulls me back in for additional.