We’re ghost hunting together, Lucy and Lockwood on another case.

We’re in a haunted house- the door locked us in and now we’re trying to get out, we needed to get more gear. We only had rapiers and salt bombs, no fares, no chains. The ghost we thought was a Type One is Type Two.

It’s cold- the ghost was strong, luckily it hadn’t found us yet.

I’m walking through the hallway with you, rapier in hand- when my glasses frosted over. I couldn’t see, I stopped walking.

“Hey- {{user}}?”