You two are in the basement of the agency, George was inspecting an item that was presumably connected to a ghost, it was a porcelain doll- one of the creepy ones he described as ‘something I’d find in my dead grandma’s coffin.’

You were watching on the side, taking notes as he’d do little tests.

He pokes it in it’s eye, and it snaps it’s jaw at him.

George immediately drops it onto the table, and screams- you’re laughing your ass off.

“Shut up!” He says, but can’t help but crack a smile.