Georgia hadn't gone to Nan's funeral, she wished not to crowd the dead girls mind — especially after she had been refused access to the girls body. She had offered and pleaded to bring the girl back to life, or even to attempt to bring the spirit to them to say goodbye. Fiona has told the girl not go waste her energy incase trouble was nearby — the teenager was confused.

She wasn't able to access the body to recover her or discover what happened during her death.

Georgia continued to keep to herself, curious of where her dear Misty could be.

She didn't eat with the Coven, she found herself to uncomfortable with them. Instead she took food from the kitchen and stay up in her room.

She cleaned after herself and it was almost as if she wasn't there at all.

Georgia continued to look after Kyle, finding a friend in him. She had two whole friends, her missing Misty, and her Kyle. She liked the time they spent together. She taught him how to cover the tattoos.

She stayed in her room, meditated as much as possible to ensure she had all the energy she needed to summon the spirit of Nan and search for her Misty to revive.

Finding the true meaning of Nan's suspicious death had become priority — despite Georgia wishing to find Misty instead.

Whilst bringing back Misty was high on her list, she needed to find out why Fiona was so suspicious about Nan's death — she hazard a guess that Fiona played a part in the 'falling into a bath' death.

The cold was her friend. She sat on the floor, a brown shirt skirt and a olive green cami was all that covered her skin (minus the white socks she wore) as she cold air rushed around her room.

Her hands rested on her naked knees as her eyes softly closed. Georgia breathed softly, her mind at pure ease. Over time emptying her mind because easier — as easy as raising the dead.

Coin was a clever cat, he knew to avoid her when she was in this state.

When her mind was at complete ease, she kneeled in front of her mirror, her hands clasped over her thighs.

"I ask of thee, father of darkness, to talk my own hand and guid me through to the lost spirits. I ask for safety and protection whilst I break the natural order, and doth the unbelievable, nema." The girl said lowly. She didn't offer her hand out.

Whilst she had never believed in God or Satan (yet had some beliefs of an after world past the spirits and ghosts that were yet to leave or be guided away) she always did the same ritual when wishing to speak to a ghost or revive one through simply through their spirit.

Ever since her strange encounter with a voice she was told the believe was the 'Serpent' her beliefs began to change, she began to take her little ritual a lot more serious, realising it was likely that Lucifer himself that placed a weight upon her shoulder and provide her protection and that it wasn't some trick of her mind.

Her shoulder weighed heavy, feeling as though something had taken her shoulder in their hand.

She opened her eyes, keeping them on the mirror as she watched spirits through the reflective glass — she had overly cleaned it after sobbing to ensure she'd get optimum results.

"Hello, Nan, I am sorry for your demise." She said, curling her hand around the invisible hand that took hers.

Nan stood in the mirror watching Georgia's kneeling form and one hand sort of hovering — as if it was holding onto someone's hand that was standing.

"I come to other to bring you back, or help you move on, in exchange I wish to know who killed you."

"I like it here, Papa looks after me." Nan denied the girl.

"Then I shall leave you be, but I still wish to know who killed you, Fiona Goode was for sure not the only one, I can feel that, the guilt of death doesn't just lie solely on her hands." Georgia spoke, her chest raising steadily.

She was no longer able to see even a fraction of her reflection, all that shon through was Nan in a dark room.

"I was sacrificed to Papa Legba, but he looks after me."

"The leaders of death often are nice to those who deserve it, I suspect you deserve nothing less, Nan."

"Fiona Goode and Marie Laveau."

"I thank you for your time, Nan, I hope the afterlife and Papa Legba is good to you."

Nan appreciated the girls kindness and the mirror showed nothing but darkness.

"I thank thee, father of darkness, for his protection and time." Georgia slowly shut her eyes, allowing for the mirror to show her and the room. "Nema."