N-Noct?

[It's a good thing she isn't near the fireflies because these boys are already taking her for an emotional ride.

Her expectations from the network post had been small-new friends, new venues, and different places to check out. Instead, she's looking at a ghost. It looks like him, acts like him and sounds like him. Her friend. The friend she saw picking out the carrots from field. Who brought cactaurs to Talcott. Who gave her a beautiful bouquet of flowers that she regrets not carrying in her arms right now. The guy she had waved goodbye to on the pier, while ignoring the knot in her gut as they crossed the sea. She had smiled for Talcott afterwards, talking about what games they would play when everyone returned.

And she remembers holding Talcott's hand, as tight as she could, when only three boys came back all those weeks later.

And here is the ghost, in another world, talking about fishing.

Yeah, this is definitely him. Good old Noct.

She brushes a few strands of hair behind her ears and tries to smile.

You know me well. I could stay in these shops all day long.

[Then a pause.]

Or you know, we could check out the fishing spot. Where's it at?