AUTHORS NOTE:I'm back and I only got this one chapter written so enjoy or something...
The last glimmers of sundown faded behind a blanket ominous gathering clouds as an unfamiliar figure sprinted across the rails towards Madoka.
"You're Madoka, Right?" Asked the newcomer.
"Why do you ask?" Replied Madoka keeping an eye out for Homura.
"Well, Akemi-senpai kind of built you up to be some kind of legend but you seem pretty normal so far." Said the kid.
Suddenly Homura uncomfortably close to Madoka.
"Kyubey has new vile schemes to extract despair from magical girls." Homura spoke directly into Madoka's ear "accidently" taking stray hairs into her mouth.
Madoka stepped backwards, "Not so close, Homura-chan."
"The ghost of Sayaka Miki haunts this station as bait for Kyouko as part of Kyubeys evil plan." Homura explained, "We must put her to rest before his experiment begins in earnest."
"I'm here because I didn't know this Miki person so this shouldn't be much different than a normal fight for me." Added the girl who hadn't introduced herself yet, "you can call me Prisca if you like."
This however, was not the time for introductions as a fuzzy translucent mass appeared to be walking towards the platforms.
Staying a few meters behind the rapidly congealing phantasm the three magical girls followed what could only be the disturbed spirit of Sayaka. From an amorphous blob to a glistening silhouette and finally a girl clad in blue wielding a cutlass that was both sharper and meaner looking than when Madoka had last seen it the ghost marched into the station proper.
"Were you expecting a cute girl?" Said the presumably malevolent spirit tilting her head behind her at an unnatural angle, "too bad, it's just Sayaka-chan!"
The kids Madoka recognised from earlier fled the station screaming hysterically when Sayaka's ghost began to spit swords at them and spilt their shitty tonic wine that came in cans instead of glass bottles because they were a bunch of jakes with no taste.
Homura blasted a couple of cluster grenades in Sayaka's general direction to divert her attention from slashing the incapacitated salaryman on the bench who had slept through the noisy children and the dramatic thunderstorm that had started a minute ago. The ghost launched three and a million thousand ghost swords at the alive magical girls cackling like a kookaburra on laughing gas.