Harvey sits on his bed, wearing headphones, singing to himself with his eyes closed. "Sing that funky song, funky song, funky song. Sing that funky song, funky song, funky song." The witch hunter spirit flies in through the window and into Harvey, possessing him. Removing the headphones and opening his eyes, Harvey sits up on the bed, looking at his hands. "This body will do." Then gets off the bed and leaves the house.
Sabrina rushes up to the front door and knocks, frantically, biting her lower lip and bouncing in place. "Come on, Harvey. Please be home."
An older lady answers the door. "Hi. Sabrina, right? Harvey just stepped out, I'm afraid. Is there something I can help you with?" Mrs. Kinkle says.
"Oh no. Do you know where he went?" Sabrina asks.
"No, actually. It was very unlike him. He always tells us where he's going?" Mrs. Kinkle says. "Do you think something is wrong?"
"No, he's… probably just feeling overwhelmed about a big test coming up. I'll see if I can give him a call." Sabrina says.
"A test? Harvey never said anything about a test." Mrs. Kinkle says.
"That's why he's so overwhelmed. They just sprung it on us at the last minute." Sabrina says.
"Oh, well that's unfortunate. Perhaps I should go with you to help find him. Just let me grab my jacket." Mrs. Kinkle says taking a step back to close the door but Sabrina jumps in the door way.
"No! I… I mean we don't want to upset him any further by all of us showing up at once. Maybe it'll be best if I find him on my own." Sabrina says.
"Good point. Let me know when you find him and that he's ok. Will you?" Mrs. Kinkle says.
"Of course. Bye, Mrs. Kinkle." Sabrina says. Mrs. Kinkle closes the door and Sabrina pulls out her cell phone and starts dialing as she walks back to the sidewalk. "Come on, Harvey. Pick up." Sabrina says.