Emma & Jefferson~
As Jefferson sat back and the spirit took a leap, Emma held breath that she didn't need, watching his body blink from the plane and presumably he and his soul were now safe and sound in the cells in Marrowood all over again.
Emma couldn't help the smug feeling, watching the spirit climb back to its feet, so obviously defeated. She wasn't really worried about her body, she'd get back to it and get in it purely because absolutely nothing was stopping her from getting back to Marrowood and eventually back to her son. Nothing. Not even fugly here.
"Looks like you lose." She couldn't resist the jab though, raising her heated hands up to block the spirit from lunging at her just in case, even as she thought on how to return to her own body and wake up since she'd gotten Jefferson back like she was supposed to.
She'd walk, from the station to the library, she'd walk, and if anyone else happened to need her help on the way... Well, she'd help.