The undead? How could something be dead and not dead at the same time? She had a rabbit that died once but she was pretty sure it had stayed dead, considering they buried it in the backyard and everything. Yikes. Norah shivered, partly from the cold and partly from the thought of pale, white dead-but-not-dead doing whatever creepy things inferi do. Her life had been thankfully devoid of the undead, so she had no facts to the add to the discussion. Instead, she set her quill to the parchment and began to take notes.