It had been a little while since the revelation that Coco, rather than Nikki Kade, was to blame for the torment Amy had endured early in her WWA career, and while this should have perhaps come as a profound relief Amelia found this new information unsettling in a way she couldn't articulate. Nicole and Amelia had never properly discussed the time they spent as adversaries, Nicole had never apologised and Amy had never asked for an apology, instead they had seemingly been content to let it all be water under the bridge, bygones be bygones, and all that. This inability to say what perhaps needed to be said manifested itself during their passionate on-again-off-again fling where they'd often have explosively passionate trysts only to return to being friends, when Colby Jefferson entered the scene Nikki said nothing which did little to alleviate Amelia's guilt that she'd somehow done wrong by Nicole.

During this period of uncertainty Amy had retreated not to her own room but rather to Sapphire's where's she'd spend many hours wrapped up in the cheerleaders sheets talking to herself in front of an audience of countless stuffed animals that adorned every surface. It was comforting here. It felt safe. She'd occasionally see something there and yet not there out of the corner of her eye, an errant shadow where there should not have been one, a movement of a curtain where there was no breeze, Amelia didn't fear such things, she presumed the life of a ghost might be a dull one and she hoped that the sound of her voice may provide Ghost Sapphire with something to do during the long days.