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Isaac sighed with relief, punching his location of choice into the console, and watching as the tram doors closed. The helmet fell away from his head as he turned around, lowering his rivet gun.

There she was. The white, dirty, bloody uniform, the dark brown hair, the eye sockets and mouth open and showing nothing but a bright light, shining outward. Alessa's specter limped forward, hunched forward a bit, arms dangling in front of her. "Why'd you come looking for me if you knew I was [i]dead[/i], Isaac?" She kept going, finally standing up straight, her voice through the same filter as usual. "Did you think I would [i]forgive[/i] you?"

The engineer's hands shook in anger, fingers going white under the RIG. She could not be doing this to him. He had to keep moving, had to get back to Cheryl and Damien. "Get out of my head..." He turned away, looking out the window, then turning back to her. "You're not Alessa!"

As he shouted, she was [i]right there[/i]. Not a few feet away from him, but INCHES away. The light was blinding, and the shout was deafening.

[i]"WHO AM I, ISAAC?!"[/i]

And she was gone. The specter erased from the scene, the scream gone. Isaac was shaken, but couldn't help himself. He had dropped the rivet gun, so he scrambled to pick it up again, looking around hastily.

"Losing my goddamn mind..."

And the tram ground to a stop.