"Not well enough. Have you heard the rumours about you?" Whether there were actually any rumours about creepy old Mr. Drake or not remained to be heard.
Phasing, she walked through her door and opened it from the inside to let Bobby in. She would have grabbed him and pulled him through the wood, but she had matured a little and didn't do that without asking anymore.
"So how are we going to do this?" She asked, dropping her iPod on the bed and hoping that it wasn't ruined (she had forgotten about it when she had phased earlier). "I pop in and see what it is? Or do I take you directly in?" She eyed the wall that the noise had been coming from. She paused long enough for a soft 'skrit, skrit, THUMP! to be heard.