Jackie was the last person she'd expected to see. Of course, she didn't know the particulars of where they were or why. But Jackie? Well... she'd been dead for a year now. The new winter had begun. It was damn near close enough to a year, at least.

She walked over slowly, waving timidly. "Jackie? Is it really you?" She asked. Who knew if it would be or if it was all an elaborate dream. It wouldn't be the first time she'd seen the ghost of someone.

Was that [COURTNEY EATON]? Oh no no, that was just [LOTTIE MATTHEWS], a/an [CANON CHARACTER] from [YELLOWJACKETS]. They are [TWENTY] years old, use [SHE/HER], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.{ooc: katherine, 23, est, she/they}