Tonight there were two jobs. Lucy and Lockwood on one, you and George the other. Your guises was in an old, run down house.

There’s a sound- you both turn on your heels, rapiers ready.

It’s George? That can’t be. You almost went over, when George throws a salt bomb at his copy, and pulls you back, “It took my form. I’m honored.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m just saying, usually Fetches are of someone important.”

“The others are important too.”

“Really? Haven’t seen any apparitions of them, have you?”