Despite her best efforts, Annabell felt a bit of a smirk tug at her face. It was strange. She felt at ease around him. Almost like she should of known who he was just off the way he walked. Had she met him before? He felt familiar.

"Then I might say you've made me curious. However, just a tiny bit curious."

Being an actress was all it was about for this Clara; this particular ghost. It was why when he mentioned The Belly, her eyes flicked up to him and she paused a half-fraction in her step. It would of been a question that anyone would strike up to make conversation. The Belly was seen as mythical - an urban legend. Not many believed in it, unless you were a kid. The people from the Belly were very, very good at hiding their origins. Friends in high places and the like.

"It doesn't exist." she said after a moment. That brief moment of comfort she felt was suddenly replaced by an anxiety. "An urban legend made by children who wish to see a world underneath the world they know. A typical fantasy that is later replaced by reality."

Annabell bit the inside of her lip before turning her head to look at her sudden walking companion. "What do you know of it?"