"Okay." It was barely a squeak out of him. But he trusted her. He'd be okay, as long as he was with her. As long as the ghosts didn't get her. Or him. But he tried not to think about that.
"I tried to burn it, you know. I dumped gasoline all in the foyer. And then I lit and it just...burned right out with a snuff. Like I didn't do anything at all."