George had retreated to the doorway so that he was well out of the way. Watching from that distance. Fear for both his friends etched clearly on his face. Hoping, praying for some sort of noise out of their formerly ghostly friend.
"I could get a car?" He practically squeaked from the doorway. "Or perhaps a truck. So that she can lay flat in the back?" He was sure he could find one close, and it wouldn't be hard to make the bed of it soft.