Watching Edwin struggle to speak did not help Charles' mood at all. He was already ready to drop down again when his friend spoke. Charles huffed.

"Edwin, I hope you know you're alive now and I can strangle you," he said. "You just stay there, yeah?" He got up, kicked the used trap the poltergeist was in in his helpless fury, and started to pace around. He only made his steps a bit more careful when he heard the floor creak once again. The last thing he wanted was to fall down, maybe on top of Edwin even. His body hurt. All over. He knew this pain so well, it was the pain of exhaustion. A nostalgic sensation. And he hated that it made him excited, on top of everything...

"There's nothing here!" he exclaimed, even without checking properly. Though that venting was needed for him to really check because if Edwin was to nag him again, he would... maybe regret his words. And the explanation helped. Right, they needed to figure out what happened. "I mean," Charles started looking around. "No signs on the mirror, or the door," he reported. "Some runes on the floor, I think it was a circle," he frowned.