In time, Luke will find a young woman drifting to his side, looking as though she's being taken by the wind. If he can sense witchcraft, Misty gleams with it, the white spirit light doing its best to protect her in such an odd and terrifying place.

So there's something about his calm demeanor and smile that makes Misty feel safe enough to approach, and she pipes up in a sweet Cajun accent, "I s'pose it's me you're gonna be escorting. My name's Misty. What's yours? And where are we goin' in th'first place?