Eleanor had developed an odd relationship with you sometimes pretending that you were actually alive. She liked to act as if you could hear her talking to you, and that the voice that would occasionally respond in her head was real. Of course she knew it wasn't well, At least she thought she did. That was until she came into her office to find the main character of the book she wrote standing in front of her clear as day.

"H-How are you here"? "How are you... Alive?'