Okay, now we are back at Grand Central Station. I was supposed to go back to Yale when I was done, but I decided to go on an official tour of Grand Central. We went to the Whispering Gallery. While I was there, I met someone who I thought was completely normal, and by that I mean not dead. I found out about her when I recited part of a poem into the pillar and Euri finished my stanza. We had a small conversation, and she asked if I wanted to take an "unofficial tour" of Grand Central. I agreed, for some reason trusting a stranger. So we went down to Track 61, almost getting hit by a train while Euri laughed about my near- death experience for the second time in the past week. I didn't know why she laughed until I found out she was dead and I didn't realize she thought I was dead.