The fact that she's trapped in the inbetween hasn't quite sunk in yet for a certain young Angel of Death. She's only sixteen, she's still learning about the bigger picture in the world. Or, worlds, rather.

All Helen knows is she's on a boat. A huge boat.

And it's so cool!

She still hasn't left the deck, and she's been here a good two hours. She's spent her time rushing madly about the entire length of the ship, nothing but a blur of tawny brown feathers and bright red curls. She's probably not looking where she's going, but there doesn't seem to be anyone else on the ship - no one out here anyway.

Alternately, she can be found up on the railings, leaning over them to stare at the ocean below. Someone should probably ask her to come down before she falls in.