Mary steps out of a patch of shadows with her ethereal presence. In contrast to her past self, this one has very pale, paper-like skin. She wears an elegant, flowing white silk gown adorned with blue, diamond-shaped gems on the sleeves and upper bodice area.

With a sad, tired demeanor her amberish-brown eyes glance over to James.

— Why...haven't you said anything?

She asks, her voice soft yet still holding a hint of sharpness within - which was typical of Mary at her worst.