Emma & Jefferson~
"Oh..." His surprise was about as blank as his voice, but that was just from being weak, and taking a second to put things together. So she was here to come and rescue. Lucky him.
The news of something stealing his body gave more life to his expressions, a little more bounce in his step as he trudged over to meet her. But the pieces were finally starting to come together, the haze from being trapped in here so long slowly lifting. "The thing, the--the it!"
That's what the girl over the network had called it anyways before he'd gone and had another bad dream. He opened and closed his hands as he tried to find the proper terminology but just couldn't. How were you supposed to classify that? You couldn't.
More importantly, it had stolen his body. What the hell was it doing with it? "That bastard..Oh my god I remember it did, I was sleeping, and having that same nightmare--but it's just here there's no nightmare and...and then I was out here. He took my body? What did he do with it? How do we get it out?"
If he wasn't just a soul Jefferson was sure he'd puke on principle.