George, with the help of the unzombie, pulled Dr. Tam into the room he directed them into. She shut the door afterward, twisting the lock on the deadbolt. It seemed to be right on time, she could hear a moan ring out from the corridor.
"Because I liked you. But, you were you and I was me--"
"...Are you talking to me?"
George blinked at the un-zombie. She spoke slowly, "No." Pivoting on a heel she turned toward the spirit of Dr. Tam and muttered under her breath, "Can we have this conversation another time? Like, after you tell me where the cure is?"