George, Lockwood, and Lucy all went on a case. They left you behind because you were still recovering from a cold, and still felt a bit sluggish. You sat in the kitchen, sipping some tea, enjoying the pleasant silence. It was nice being able to relax for once. All the long nights, terrifying ghosts, and almost dying on multiple occasions seemed to melt beneath the warm, soothing tea. Birds chirped softly and the lingering smell of burnt toast and cleaning chemicals lingered in the air. This nice moment was, sadly, short lived.

The door slammed open and arguing was shattering the silence. George was the first voice you caught ear. "Because you gave me no time for research, again! They had time to figure it out! They knew exactly what they were walking into. They don't have to actually visit the libraries and churches like I do!"

Lucy sighed. "We found the wraith." She told you.

"Oh, no, we did. But then we found 13 others, didn't we, George?" Lockwood snapped, rushing into his study.

Lucy was silent and tired. She had a pounding headache. She almost immediately went to her room.

George frowned. "We didn't have flares, did we, Lockwood?" He shouted. He looked back at you. "We were rescued."

"We were NOT rescued!"

"Kipps's crew." George added.

"Stuck-up mediocrities.."

George looked back at Lockwood, and once again, back at you. "They saved our lives, killed the wraiths, and sealed the source. It was quite dazzling."