[ The voice was a familiar one. One she'd met here, perhaps? It would be hard to place a name to it just now, but if she had to guess, based on what they were asking, she would say it was that startled looking fellow in the woolen sweatshirt. ]

Jack?

[ The little Sisters turn, smiling at Eleanor as she spoke before giggling and running to hide, peeping out from time to time as they continued to play and whisper. ]

I'm not entirely sure. If they're really here, then yes, as they are with me. If they're supposed to be my Ghosts then... Then I fear they've already suffered...