Bella finds Milliways next, too, on New Year's Day, and calls in Alice (he's not coming to Goldenworld even if they find a person who can take them there, but he might find someone interesting to talk to in the bar) and also Lazarus. She mentions the door to Libby, too, in case she and/or her wolf want to take an excursion and see if his friends and family back home can be visited.
"Ohhh, you're fun, you're fun, you're fun," she crows.
"Am I? You're not."
"Look at her face, she's like a female Alice," says Bella. "I suppose she's got some Addyesque properties too but she doesn't physically resemble her."
"Magically she's nothing like either of them," he says. "Magically she's nothing like anything."
Her body disintegrates in a flash, from the dress inward; the skeleton is the last to go, and it lingers for a moment, clean and white.
"—this, by any chance?"
"Well, he would have if I'd let him get a bit older before I turned him into a vampire," says Bella. "So what are you?"
"Agreed on both counts," says Bella. "What kinda world has this kinda ghost?"
"Aww, I'm sorry," she says with apparent sincerity. "But I really don't know! I'm the only one of me I've ever found."
"Huh. Do you think you'd be able to see another of you if there were one? Since others who aren't Lazarus can't see you?"
"Maybe," she says. "Maybe not." She grins at Lazarus. "Maybe I should stick by you for a while."
"I'm considering sticking my head out the door and fetching Alice. You aren't," she gestures vaguely at the ghost, "evil or anything? I like it less when he hangs out with the evil one we met. I'm not gonna stop him but I'm not gonna go out of my way to facilitate, there."
"Well, come on, the other alt of my Alice who I've met was a terrorist because he liked a certain lady who went around executing vigilante justice and he wanted attention. We could argue about his underlying moral fiber all day but it'd take longer."
Bella rolls her eyes. "I'm not going to fetch Alice, then. Oh well. What can your kinda ghost do besides take yourself apart and put yourself back together?"
"Is she even still here?" she asks Lazarus. "Or did I bore her to smithereens?"