Oh. He glances around the corner of the hall when he hears a strong creaking noise, letting out a small noise that’s somewhere between a groan and a whine. This was exactly how he wanted to spend his evening, clearly. In a haunted, never ending hallway with a total stranger.

He sighs, going to take the picture back from her. At least it had a reminder of Anna on it. Something to push him forward.

“Why is it spirits have to be so aggressive about asking for help?” He doesn’t sound at all serious in his complaint, because if there is one way to cope with a clearly terrifying situation, it’s obviously making jokes. About the thing trying to possibly kill you. “They really need to learn better communication skills.”