"And I'm Oliver," he added in lastly, abandoning the plaque on the wall to move over towards the table in the middle of the room, the Ouija board taking up the focus there. He had nearly gotten to the table when the racket started up, gaze shooting to the windows just before the lights went out. Once they flickered back on, Oliver couldn't help the smile that pulled on his lips. "Well that was interesting. So, I think we're piecing it together."
He groped forward to find one of the chairs that circled the table, pulling one out and plopping himself in it before he made a fool of himself and tripped over something or someone. "Fish. Girl with a wish. We've got two accounted for, and I know I'm not the lion. So that must be you, Ben, wherever you are in the dark."