Lukas spent this trip of eternal silence trying to justify every step. What was he doing here sharing an elevator with the girl sporting a head full of ghosts? Well, just being a good Samaritan, naturally. After all, what else was he going to do tonight?
But he hadn't brought any tools with him, just a coffee mug half-empty with it's lukewarm brew. What was he going to do, just look the instrument over and determine if he could repair it? How was he going to know if it was in tune?
This was already a nightmare. He should have never answered his door. He should have never offered.
And did she just mouth something about haunted? Lukas frowned, his attention fastened sternly to the bleary reflections they cast on the steel hammered doors of the hell-bound box. The shadowy glimpse of a figure between their respective, warbled shapes was enough to have Lukas turning his head. Knit of brow analyzing the open air between them for a brief second.
He really needed to get some sleep, it was official.