“John…?” The exorcists behaviour had just crossed the not so fine line between slightly unusual and wildly off, and the concern reappeared on Chas’s face: Something was very wrong here. He eyed John curiously, eyebrows furrowed – if things weren’t going back to normal anytime soon, he’d end up with premature wrinkles like that – then nodded as John introduced the two of them. “Still Chas, just like upstairs, five minutes ago,” he said with a small shrug; they really were going nowhere, unless the fact that they knew the mansion had a kitchen now accounted for anything.
He didn’t think so.
Watching the others make good use of the fridge, Chas had half a mind to raid the thing for anything sweet, but with John acting like that? He intuitively took a step in his direction instead, just as Ginger entered the kitchen. “Your mansion?” The disbelief barely concealed as he watched the redhead, and while she sure behaved like she owned the place, she still looked barely older than Chas himself, if at all. The fact that he felt like he’d gotten thrown into a bad Halloween party when she smiled didn’t help either. “Then just where are we?”