Not your turn- Demise express

Part 7 - A new aquaintance

Once again I opened my eyes, to find myself on this weird mysterious train. This time in Emily's bed, that wasn't there before. I slowly turned my head and saw Emily standing close by. She noticed I was awake and came and sat at the edge of her bed. "How are you feeling?" She looked worried. "I don't know," I said honestly. I blinked a few times. Yep, I was still in this godforsaken place. I sat up and just stared blankly into space while my senses slowly started picking up their work. Emily was talking to someone but her words didn't come through to me. It wasn't for another few minutes that I realized she wasn't talking to me, but to another person in the room with us. "...really confused. Do you think it's the same as it was with you?" Was she talking to Daniel? If so, that was a total bitch ass move. In my mind, I deducted -20 points for Emily from the relations/friendship chart. I didn't want my quick adventure and moment of freedom to go to an end. So of course, the next logical thing to do was to book it. I sat up abruptly and sat up in bed, frantically kicked away the blanket and scooted to the edge to quickly put on my shoes. I bent over to reach for them when I noticed something. That wasn't Daniel. Emily was talking to a tall, slim boy, who was a bit paler than us and had dark shadows under his blue eyes, which were partially hidden behind streaks of his brown hair. I stopped and stared at him, while Emily ended their conversation so that she could include me. "I thought you were talking to Daniel..." I said while I started to blush. Emily just grinned. "Lia, this is Phil. Well, Philipp, but he prefers Phil."
"Thanks, Em, but I think I am capable of introducing myself." He said.
Emily just rolled her eyes. "Hi Phil, I'm Lia," I said before Emily could take the liberty to introduce me too. "So I am told you are like me?" He started. "You are 'fainting' a lot, Em said?"
"You faint too?" I asked. "But Emily doesn't?" I looked over at her.
"Never even once," she said. "But my death was straight forward. There was no one who could have saved me."
"Unlike me," Phil said. "I didn't want them to, but they tried so desperately to keep me there." They both looked at me, a bit uncomfortable.
"I don't know how I died," I say with a small voice. "It's not that important " Emily assures me. Phil raised an eyebrow. "I don't know Em. It might be. After all, it did explain my...situation" Emily shot him an angry look as if to warn him of my fragile emotional state. "Come on, Phil! Be a little compassionate for once! Remember when you had just died?" He murmured something to himself and glared back at Emily. "You know I've been dead inside for like pretty much all my life, right?" he snapped back at her. "Please stop you two! This is not helping! I know it must be painful to talk about, but maybe your death has an effect on how or when you show up here." Emily and Phil exchanged glances. "Fine" Emily sighed "I'll go first."