Sam smiled wryly, letting out a soft chuff of laughter at Fred's assessment of him. "That pretty much sums it up."
He followed her to the kitchen, armed with a canister of salt and an iron poker from the fireplace set that he'd picked up at one of the home decor shops. Not that he had a fireplace, but such tools came in handy when the City gave up its occasional ghost.
"Right," he said, "We'll just trap it so that you can keep it as a pet."