Sam blinked. Managed to swallow the snort of laughter brought on by Molly's internal monologue. "To make a short story boring," he said, tapping his temple, "She's in here, somewhere. Or maybe it's more around this area," he added, gesturing vaguely to include his entire torso. The seat of the soul was in the hara, wasn't it?
"Basically, I'm here so that the Not-So-Grim Reaper can take Molly's out of my body and put it back where it came from, before she turns into Casper the Friendly Ghost."