Charles wiped his eyes angrily as he was running down the corridor toward the stairs. He got out of breath by the time he got there but he didn't stop. In some ways, he welcomed the sensation of his lungs feeling like they were on fire. So it was true... they were alive. He was alive. And Edwin was alive. Could this the true? Was this permanent? But as he ran up the stairs and tried to look down the next corridor on which room the poltergeist was trapped in he pulled his focus back. Edwin needed him and he was hurt. And he wasn't going let Charles take care of him until the bloody case wasn't job jobbed. Charles could scream out of frustration.

It took him long minutes to find the room, as the howling of the poltergeist was very disorienting but in the end, Charles hurried into it. He almost stumbled into the gap Edwin's fall made, pulling back at the last moment. He took a second to check on his friend, seeing him trying to patch up a wound. The sight was surreal, and that was an understatement. But Charles once again forcefully had to remind himself to focus.

Yet again, he was hissing in pain when he had to dip his hand into the backpack to get the necessary items, black salt among them. The banishing ritual wasn't that intricate, as a trapped poltergeist didn't pose as much of a treat as one reining free. The banishing, though, took him longer than time than when they did it together. Now he had to say the spell, mind the salt, make sure the poltergeist didn't escape through the cracks... and try not to go too fast and get back to Edwin. Charles messed up the words many times as he had to read them and with each time he grew more and more impatient.

But when the ghost was finally banished to whichever department, Charles looked down at Edwin, spreading his arms as frustrated as he could get.

"Banished, yeah? Happy? Now can we please go?"