[ Shit, sorry, sorry. Jesse stiffly, obediently shrinks into silence, mouth pressed into a rueful line of nervousness. God, he wishes he could hear what's being said between Claire and the ghost, though. He doesn't like how eerily expressionless that thing seems to be. Really doesn't like how close Claire is to it. He wants to grab her and yank her back into the safety of... over here.
When she finally turns to inform him what the ghost wants, Jesse stares blankly at her for a moment. Then cranes his head slightly to peer at the ghost. Then back to Claire, and he whispers, mystified: ]
And what if he can't find it? What's he gonna do then?
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When she finally turns to inform him what the ghost wants, Jesse stares blankly at her for a moment. Then cranes his head slightly to peer at the ghost. Then back to Claire, and he whispers, mystified: ]
And what if he can't find it? What's he gonna do then?