The ghost vanished through the wall before he could hold him in his place. A huff of breadth escaped Loki's lips. That had been the tenth one to get away today. Not that he strove for perfection in his endeavour to master the arts of necromancy but one might expect a little more gratitude towards one's creator. No. They gained a second chance at life and showed nothing but disregard towards their saviour. Typical. He folded shut the piece of paper and let it vanish into one of the dimensions he had created. Then he swirled around. He had no intention to stay too long in this wheel.
But he did not get far. The corridor behind him was suddenly occupied by another mortal. The god swallowed. How much had the Midgardian witnessed? "You must forgive my ignorance about the human constitution but you do not seem to be in particular fine fettle." A charming smile greeted the mess on the floor.