"So, you said you're a ghost?" Emily asked Margot.

"No; when I said I was dead I was being sarcastic; no, of course I'm a ghost! What? You think a dead person is standing here alive? Eww, then I'd be rotting! Gross! Eww, I'm not, but I think he is! We've been here, what, a day?" Margot told Emily.

"36 hours. T see the time in my head. It's 3:43. he collapsed 15 minutes after 7 pm yesterday. Well, actually, it's been a day, 8 hours, and 28 minutes since he died, which was 2 hours after we got here. Laura, your baby was born 3 hours and 26 minutes ago, which means it was 12:17 am. Don't worry, I can remember all that." Emily could tell there was confusion by the silence; she must have spoke too quickly. She pushed the button to call the people supposedly fixing the mess. "We're dying in here!"

"Again," Margot added.

"We have a dead person, who, by the way is rotting, a ghost and a baby; not to mention, not that it's important or anything, but I'm blind!" Emily was angry, her tone of voice made it obvious. She felt her blonde, wavy hair to see if it was alright. (A/N Emily is Aidan's girlfriend)

"At least we know we're getting out of here alive." Laura said, looking at Margot as she emphasized.

"Aidan, can we, uh, you summon Sam?" Emily asked.

"Yeah. Samara Morgan!" he yelled.

"Yes, Aidan? Whoa! Total omg factor! Where are we?" Sam asked. (A/N Samara, aka Sam, is good now and helps Aidan and Emily and lives with them)

"In an elevator at the hospital. Uh, I wouldn't go near that corner, he died from, uh, Closter phobia and hyperventilation," Aidan explained.

"Wow, those must be some pretty big words for you!" Margot stated, sarcastically.

"Hmm…yeah…shut up Margot! I delivered a baby!" Aidan was proud of himself.

"I see that," Sam exclaimed.

"Uh, Laura, Margot, this is our friend Sam." Aidan told them, "Oh, Margot, she's dead, too."

"Ooh, Yay, a buddy," she stated sarcastically.

"Seem a little Goth, don't you think?" Sam pointed out.

"Yeah, we noticed," Aidan said.

"And I," Emily noted. "Saw the true Goth look she puts on the inside appearance. Touch my hand, maybe you can see it."

Sam and Margot wanted to see. They both saw the image. Sam was freaked out and Margot thought it was cool.

"I kinda like that better. Can I switch?" Margot asked.

"Go ahead," Sam told her.

"Well, Margot, maybe, after we get outta here, if Sam doesn't mind company, you could live with us, that is, if you want to," Emily suggested.\

"Fine with me," Sam told her.

"Sure, I guess," Margot replied. "And if we don't get outta here, I'm gonna die…again!"

"Omg, omg, can I leave now?" Sam had her head in her hands thinking how terrible it must be for them.

"No!" everyone yelled.

"Okay, okay, Gosh! Calm down! How long have you guys been here?" Sam asked.

"Um, it's 4:26 am. We got here at 5:17 pm Wednesday. It's Thursday. And it's been a day, 8 hours, and 45 minutes since we arrived. That's one day, 8 hours, and 45 minutes of doing nothing!" Emily calculated.

"Uh, hey, Sam, you vaporized in here, right? You think you could vaporize us out of here?" Aidan asked.