"So...that's a thing. Apparently," were the first actual words which left Summer's mouth, ever since she...woke up? She guessed that was the best way of putting it, given the rather peculiar situation she found herself in. Namely, she was staring right at her own gravestone. This alone would lead most people into a panicked state. Oh and panic she did. At first, there was obviously confusion when the woman found herself laying in the grass with the sun shining down her face. She thought she had gone into the afterlife because the last memory she had was of a certain bitch finally oh so graciously finishing her off after weeks of torture. Those memories alone would drive any person insane and indeed, for a while Summer had curled up in a ball and whimpered like a little girl waking up from a nightmare. And what a nightmare it had been.

Luckily the sound of birds singing and actual sunlight did wonders to the woman's psyche and allowed her to recover rather quickly if two hours can be called quick under any circumstances. It wasn't meant to last.

As soon as Summer got back on her two feet and managed to take an actual look at her surroundings, her gaze inadvertently fell upon the gravestone in front of which she woke up. The first thing she noted was that it was well cared for with dead flowers in front of it, meaning someone visited it the past days. Someone must really miss this person were her thoughts. Then she noticed the symbol on the gravestone. Okay, it kinda looked like hers, but roses were kind of a universal pattern used by pretty much….oh. That was her name on the rock.

Needless to say, all hell broke lose. Just imagine yourself suddenly stumbling over your own gravestone, the amount of dread one must feel. Oh, but it got worse. How may you ask? Well, Summer's reaction was to put in simple terms lashing out at everyone and everything nearby. Since somehow no Grimm had approached her location, a miracle given the amount of negative emotions she was radiating, the woman tried to punch a nearby tree, having every intent of ending its existence. The thing was, her fist didn't connect to the bark. It went straight through the bark. The velocity alone caused Summer to stumble forward, her entire body going right through the wood.

After catching her footing, Summer held up her arms and took a good look at them. For some reason the hunter's outfit she wore was undamaged, but that wasn't what caught her attention. What did was the fact that she could see straight through the arm as if she was nothing more than a hologram. That's when the metaphorical meltdown happened. Oh how much she would have loved to tear the entire place apart, but alas she was reduced to screaming and wailing. Given that she's a ghost and as thus did no longer require air or food to "survive" this went on for two days straight. This can still be considered a short amount of time in light of recent circumstances.

Only slowly was Summer Rose able to calm down and when she did, she just kept staring at the grave in front of her for a couple of hours, until the first words left her...mouth? Incorporeal being? She could already feel a headache popping up and she was dead for fuck's sake. Something like that shouldn't even be possible. SHE shouldn't be possible.

"Okay, okay, Sum," she held up her arms. "You're dead. You knew you were going on a suicide mission and you know you were going to die the moment that bitch" she spat out the last two words "managed to capture you. Positive. Think positive. You're a ghost. What do you know about ghosts?"

The ghost of Summer titled her head, thinking. "They don't exist." she snapped her fingers, before frowning. "Wow, great job there, Sum. Okay, seriously. Think carefully. So you are something that's not supposed to be here, yet you are here. Don't think of the how think of what you can-"

Her mind came to a sudden halt. For a moment the woman just stood in place (why she wasn't falling through the solid ground was anyone's guess), as her mind went through a hard crash, followed by a drastic rebooting process. A picture slowly formed in her head, as was slowly but surely coming back online. A picture of her two little girls playing with one another, while she and Tai were sitting on the couch, carefully observing the children.

She could see her children! Of course! Why didn't she think of that earlier!?

"Bad Summer! Forgetting your children over something mundane as death!"

She slapped her own cheek, which apparently was still feasible despite everything else. But everything else wasn't important right now. What was important was that she got to her girls as soon as possible and….well, giving them a hug wouldn't be possible, but she was sure they would just as much appreciate seeing her again, as she would them.

Right, now that that was established, she needed to actually get a move on. The thing was, she had no idea where she was and walking on foot to her destination, whichever way it was laying, could take forever.

…

Now that she thought about it, time wasn't really an issue here, was it? With that on her mind, Summer spun around and walked into the direction opposite to her gravestone. The thing was creeping her out anyways.

As she walked through the "Woods of Wherever Where", Summer noticed something interesting, namely that she couldn't feel the warmth of the sun or the movements of the wind. Heck, it was actually a pretty windy day, but the only way for her to identify the wind was to look up to the crown of the woods and see the branches moving in the direction of wherever the wind was pushing them. It was a unique experience not being able to feel anything.

That wasn't correct either. Summer certainly wasn't cold and she could still feel her own clothes pressing against her skin and hair in the case of her hood. Not to mention, she could still touch herself, as if she had a body. The scientists of Atlas surely would have a field day with her. If they could catch her that is.

Given that woods are generally Grimm infested areas, it didn't take long for Summer to spot the first one. On instinct she hid behind a tree, only to find herself staring at something...brown.

"Right. Ghost. Can't exactly lean against things. Ground feels pretty solid though." she tentatively stomped on the dirt a few times. "Wait a minute." Realization suddenly dawned on her face. "Does that mean I can't touch Grimm and vice versa?"

There was only one way to find out and since she was already dead there was no real danger to her right?

As such Summer got (literally) out of her cover and casually approached the Beowulf as if it was just another person strolling through the woods. The creature happened to have its back turned to her, so in order to get its attention, Summer called out to her.

"Hey!" she shouted, but the Grimm didn't move.

"HEY!" she shouted again, this time louder. Instead of turning around, the creature did quite the opposite. It walked away from a few steps and when it came to a halt, it sniffed the air. Slightly annoyed of being ignored, Summer ran around the creature, so that they would be face to face.

"Hey, are you blind or something?!" she shouted, frantically waving the arms in front of it. When the wolf-like Grimm looked directly into her eyes, Summer was sure she finally got its attention. On instinct, she took a few steps back and grabbed for the weapon she didn't have with her anymore. While her non-existent brain was processing this information, the Beowulf continued on its way and walked straight through Summer, without noticing the presence of the dead woman. Said woman tensed up the moment her vision turned black until she could see the trees again.

Summer continued to stand in place for a couple of seconds until the Beowulf had almost disappeared in the woods. She turned around just to see the tail of the beast until it was gone from her vision range.

"It...didn't see me?"

It was a rhetorical question, of course, but it helped the ghost comprehend the situation.

"Does that mean...humans can't see me as well?"