"Yeah... I got 'em." Boy, that bitch of a ghost had knocked the wind right out of him, and he was pretty sure he'd tweaked his ankle. Great! And said bitch of a ghost didn't look like she had plans of going quietly.
Sam dragged himself to the edge of the grave, fumbled for the matches and lit them, throwing the whole match-book in for good measure.
Another vengeful spirit laid to rest! He pulled himself to his feet, wincing as he put his weight down on his foot, looking around for Jo. "Jo?"