With a few carefully chosen words, and an orchestra of scent from the candles and dried flowers placed on the table by the emotional medium, a friendly ghost opens up the caul that protects her after birth in the new world of blankness that she sees, for the moment (a moment that lasts forever, but not in every religion) as a nice and somewhat dim vacation spot. She opens it to reveal her face, letting us recognize her not as a relative but as someone who once lent us a pen in school. Then she begins to speak, revealing her true emotions about topics that she may never actually have managed to master in her day-life.