Re: [Second Floor Hallway
[The sudden combustion of sand into cold fire pushed Michael almost into the floor, before he stepped backward to stop himself hitting the ground, wide-eyed, flat shock.
It hadn't been intentional, that much was clear. He waited a breath to see if the spirits returned. No sign.
He cast his eyes quickly around the room, not really seeing anything. His eyes fell on the dress for some reason.] They're gone, aren't they? [He rubbed his thumb across his smooth fingertips, unblemished by fingerprints, and sighed, shakily. There was no way the ghosts were gone for good, and now he'd given them a reason to come back for him personally next time. He felt a bubble of anxiety in his throat, and crushed it with a swallow. Nope. He was too busy being pissed off to be freaked out, and he finally met Janus' eye, incredulous.] The fuck me? The fuck you!