Lying on the floor, Meriem took several moments to get up. The force by which she was ejected from her prison was not damage-free. She felt nausious. Like she had been on a roller coster for too long and had thrown up all shehad ever eaten in her entire life, still not enough, her body claimed she had still to empty her stomac. Her vision was also messed up. She had never needed glasses when she was still human. Even so, being a ghost would cure that, no? It was blurry. She could hardly make out anything in the dimness of the room, however, she could see a darker shape standing in front of her. She saw this shape approaching her. "Meriem, are you okay?" Morgan was not sure is what just happene was real. Once you choose where you want to go. There is no coming back, at least not that he knew of. He did not know whether to be happy to have her back or to be concerned that something might have gone wrong and that it affected her in any way. As he headed towards her. Meriem backed away immidiately. He jerked his hand back. A contruction teem setteled on his face, twisting his features into an expression of stupor. The look in her eyes what a look of utter fear. He could distinguish amongst this fears od her a small amount of disgust at seeing him. " Get away from me!" Her tone was cold when she talked to him. She still had complete control of her composure. She took two steps towards Morgan and locked eyes with him " I don't know what has been going on lately but for me, you have been taking advantage of the situation. But it does not matter anymore. You are going to keep your distance from now on"