Searching for reinforcements.

[ Her whiskers droop just a bit. This isn't a happy memory. ]

My world was...Well, it wasn't being attacked by rampaging spirits. Some ambitious idiots set spirits loose on my world, and the poor things were so filled with anger and a desire for vengeance that there was no reasoning with them. So I went to find spirits who would help us in the human world, using a ritual of the great magician Ptolemy. And so I crossed over, and I found allies. Or, well, an ally.

But that was enough.