He quietly scoffs at his own excuse to stay behind and not enter their client's empty but eerie house with Adam to look for the ghost of her very dead cat, mind you. “Allergic to cats? Really?" Jonah sighs as he looks out the window of the car as the world outside is blurred through the cascade of falling snowflakes, each delicate touch of white intensifying the uneasiness he felt. He now sits alone in the passenger seat while the feeling of dread persistently pricks at the back of his mind. Adam had left to enter the house. Something about it just made it give off bad vibes. But at least he had the radio to communicate with Adam from outside of the house.