Phineas, Ezra, Gus, the Host, and Lillian all came to the séance room to discuss Lillian's arrangements. It likely wouldn't take much time for the butlers to open our gates to the public again, but four hours is not a time to bat an eye at. We discussed her sleeping arrangements as an earnest matter.

"We can take care of her, your excellence. Trust me, the hitchhikers have proven to be more than adept at caring for her." Phineas assured me. The Host seemed to be in a good mood, like a great relief had been lifted, so he laughed at him, "Ah yes. I'm quite sure throwing her through some more walls should put her right to bed, deathbed that is."

He laughed, and I was rather pleased by this development. I addressed Phineas, "As to your offer, I'm afraid that she would be better suited under the Host and I's care. I'd like to thank you for all your help though, Professor Pock."

"If you think we're abandoning that kid after all this, then you're madder than a hatter!" Gus tried to charge forward, but Ezra chuckled and held him back with a pinch at his shirt.

"Respectfully, you are clearly quite capable, but Lillian has been in danger from Constance and Hatbox consistently since she was under your care. Under my supervision and the Host's, those two will not interfere." I assured him, "If something happens, then I will contact you. Would you find that suitable?"

Gus calmed down and Phineas raised his eyebrow before looking at the others. "It'll do. But…I would like something in return."

"At what point in time did you think you were in a position to be bargaining?" The Host asked, but I gave him a glare. "What are your terms?"

"I need a park bus." Phineas said, planning something in his masterful brain.

"You want to take a bus?" I inquisitee. The Host intervened, " 'Wheel' think about it."

I bowed my head in shame, reluctant to admit I had ever worked with this ghost. I sensed the puns would get worse. It was agonizing, and every time I thought about it I felt like I was swallowing rocks, even though I had no stomach. "I'll see what I can do about a bus."

"Excellent!" Phineas proclaimed. He spun around on one foot and led his cohorts out. As soon as they left, Lillian entered the séance room. "Um…hello?"

"Greetings, Lillian of the mortal coil."

"Hello, you're Madame Leota, right?"

"That is correct." I approved of the title. "You will be staying here in the mansion until morning. I have picked out the best suite in the mansion for you upstairs."

"I'm ok, thanks. I don't really want to be alone in a big creepy mansion."

"That is understandable. The Host will guide you through the west wing at your whim. Feel free to find somewhere you feel comfortable." I blindly encouraged. Lillian curiously looked around and began to look at instruments and items strewn about the room. I closed my eyes and prepared to call out to the great beyond, seeking out information about how to contact those within the park to get help for Lillian.

This was interrupted by a loud clang of Lillian dropping a tuba. I opened my eyes and looked to her, trying to understand what she was doing. She seemed to be picking up random object and trying to see if she could get them to play.

"Typically, you need to blow into a tuba to make it play."

"I know." She assured me, "But I want to see if I can make it come to life."

"It is not alive. Ghouls will play my instruments when I want them to."

"Oh." She returned to her 'work' while I returned to mine. I called out to the spirits, desperate to hear their calls and seek advice for…what is that obnoxious tapping? I opened my eyes to see Lillian trying to figure out how my crystal ball worked by tapping it. I cleared my throat and patiently asked, "Perchance, did you learn your manners from a ferret?"

"Sorry. I just am bored."

"You have been in this room for five minutes. How could you possibly be bored with everything now?" I squinted at her.

"How does your ball work?"

I sighed and answered, "This increases my ability to contact other spirits from the beyond."

"Oh. Why don't you leave the room and talk to them outside?"

"Because the outside is messy, and people are loud." People like her. "In here, they leave me alone and nobody can annoy me. Understood?"

"Yep."

I sighed, then kept one eye open this time. Lillian reached up to grab one of my portraits, but I quickly moved the entire room the other direction one inch, so she fell to the ground. I chuckled at my work, then looked away to pretend nothing happened. She scowled at me from the corner of my eye and proceeded to pick up a violin.

She brought down her spear of death upon the violin, letting out a screeching noise that caused me to wince. My curtains picked her up and took the violin from her before picking her up. They rolled her up like sushi and dangled her in front of me. I cleared my throat and kindly asked, "Could you behave yourself?"

"…Your room has all this stuff, and you're not talking to me." Lillian reminded me. I explained, "I am the most powerful ghost in the mansion. I do not have time for games."

"You work at a theme park."

"I do not work here. I live here and tolerate mortals like you. Now stop this nonsense and please go to bed." I corrected, but she had the audacity to poke me right on the nose, making me fall back in surprise. "Did you just poke my nose?"

I just realized how that sounded out of context. I took a deep breath then swung the curtains over to a wall, unrolling her into a hammock made up of the curtains. Another curtain flew up and over her, sliding under her so she was tucked in. I sighed and let the torches all around the room go out before calmly encouraging her, "Now, sleep."

"You're a giant blue ball of light. Why don't you turn off?" She asked. My patience was wearing thin, and I turned around to her. I dimmed my fire the best I could, still emitting a small light source. "Better?"

"No."

"Well I can't go any darker. Now, I implore you to go to sleep." I lowered down onto my table and tried to once again contact the spirits. It wasn't long before I heard a clatter coming from my left.

Lillian was busy messing with more stuff and came dangerously close to my music box. Without hesitation, I summoned the Host, instantly teleporting him in. He was busy brushing his teeth in his underpants.

"You will be attending to her." I picked her up with my curtains and dropped her in the Host's surprised arms.

"I just…" The Host began, but I teleported him away and sighed heavily. My room was a mess. I quickly blew out a blue mist that began to rearrange everything. I liked a mess, but an organized mess. For example, there was a painting on the wall that was straightened. That simply wouldn't do, and I quickly crooked it.