Each of them had similar conversations with people who had apparently spoken with friends or family that had passed some time ago. Kayla was particularly thankful she didn't interview the elderly woman who had been having phone sex with her late husband, poor Dean. Good thing he had a strong stomach.

She was the last one back to the motel. "What's with the long looks?"

"I got a call, from my dad." Dean answered sincerely.

She immediately saw Sam's skeptical look but she believed him; he wasn't the making shit up type of guy. "What'd he say?"

He shrugged. "Just my name, then the call went dead."

"Well, maybe he'll call back."

"Yeah, I mean everyone else I interviewed did." Dean glanced to Sam, given the look on his face their conversation hadn't been as encouraging. "I'm gonna take a walk."

She knew what that meant. "Alone…?"

He started to reply but stopped and thought about it. "Nah, no. Come on."

She waited until they were outside to question him. "Is he annoying you? You need me to kick his ass?"

"Yeah." He chuckled. "Take care of my light work for me."

"I take it he wasn't there when you got the call."

"No. And now, even though we've talked with nine people who verify these calls are happening, it apparently can't happen to me." He stopped at the front office and grazed over the tourist pamphlets.

"We just haven't gotten the semantics down yet. As soon as we figure it out we'll be fine."

"He's just mad dad didn't call him." He pulled out one of the museum pamphlets.

She smiled. "Exactly."

"Check this out."

"You want to do a museum tour?"

"Absolutely not." He showed her the open brochure. "Thomas Edison museum, containing…"

"A Spirit Phone." She read.

He grinned. "Let's check it out."

The museum guide was enough to drive you mad. Very perky, over-the-top kind of chick who used quotation fingers every thirty seconds. They managed to stick with her until their item of interest.

"Did you know that Thomas Edison, while one of our treasured inventers, was also a devout "occultist"? He spent years working on his final invention, which he was convinced could be used to "communicate with the dead". Pretty spooky huh?" She smiled and checked her watch. "And we're walking."

They hung in the back while the group moved on, Dean pulled out the EMF and scanned the phone but the needle didn't flinch. He grimaced.

"Nothing?"

"Nope. But you know, maybe it works like a radio tower. Broadcasting all over town."

She shrugged, leaning closer to the phone. "I don't know how it works. I've never heard of Edison's spirit phone, you'd think it would be a big thing."

"Well if it just started working for whatever reason…"

"Maybe something set it off, maybe it had something to do with the hell gate."

"Why not?" He looked at the description. "It set a whole crap load of stuff off."