Emma & Jefferson~
There wasn't any time to debate Emma's guess. He was a little frustrated that she wasn't entirely sure, but given the circumstances, he couldn't ponder on the whys as much as he just needed to get back into his body. Quickly, because the spirit had already come to and was growling.
Jefferson glanced at Emma once more with hesitation, partly because he didn't know what else to do if this didn't work, and also because if he did wake up, that'd leave her here with this thing all by herself.
The creature was up on it's feet and coming at him with that other worldly speed again. So he closed his eyes and turned to sit back against..himself, putting his trust in Emma that she'd be fine, and willing himself awake.
It happened so quickly that Jefferson was now associated the cry of the spirit in his ear with the ringing from the blow to the head that Emma had undoubtedly given him. His eyes were sore, much like the rest of him, but when they opened and cleared he was in the Police Station again. Emma and the spirit were gone, and he was alive, with color, the others in the building that weren't spirits in clear view.
But how was he supposed to get out of these handcuffs? Moreso...was Emma alright? Would she be able to make it back?