Emma & Jefferson~
Jefferson didn't know how he was going to wrangle away from this thing. It was pure negative energy, the same thing that made his dreams feel like he was..well, almost dying. That's why he felt so miserable, more so than usual, and so maybe Emma was right. The only thing that was going to overcome him was to not give into those feelings. And somehow get the upper hand here.
Thinking on any other situation where he was trying to be muscled, Jefferson decided to use the spirit's power against him. All of the force going to his shoulders, so he stopped pushing back, and let himself sink to the ground, the dark mass nearly falling into the wall. Scrambling to get back to his feet he narrowly dodged a grasp for his ankle, but he pushed himself up quick enough to catch the first thing he could off of the cell bed. It was just a pillow, how inconvenient they wouldn't give prisoners anything to hurt themselves, but Jefferson thwacked him in the face as hard as he could with it.
Once, then twice was enough to stun the spirit so he could give him a good kick backwards. It was more than he had the strength for so he stumbled back over to his body, not sure what to do. "Emma how do I...wake back up? How are you going to wake up?"
He knew they didn't have time so he hovered over his body like it was the sacred water in the middle of a desert.