After a while, Ghost returned to the kitchen: "You didn't start drinking?"
Stan looked at her suprised: "Should I have?"
"How nice of you to wait." she said nicely, although it almost sounded as if she anticipated his wait.
She took her own glass. They both drank it up at the same time. Ghost was watching Stan as if she was expecting something to happen. When they both finished, she asked: "Are you tired?"
Stan wasn't exactly surprised she asked: "Not really."
Ghost started yawning: "Really...? Not even... a li...ttle... b..."
Suddenly, she fell down, fast asleep.
"I was right!" Stan said, almost angrily.
"As always!" Ginger sighed, carelessly.
Stan was about to explore the house, but Ginger wanted to remind him about something: "Stan!"
Stan stopped and turned back around: "What?"
"Are you gonna let her lie down like this?" she asked him, "What if she wakes up?"
Stan thought about this for a second. When he knew exactly what he should do, he didn't hesitate to look into the drawers of the kitchen afterwards.
"Now what the fuck are you doing?" Ginger questionned.
"Noticed how she talks?" Stan began his explanation, as he kept searching, "She talks as if life's a story she's telling. Notice the old trick she was about to use? Then that boobytrap outside? It's like there is no difference between reality and fiction for this girl!
Ginger was still unsatisfied: "Meaning... what?"
After she she asked this, Stan opened two other drawers. It was in the second one he found some duct tape.
"Like in the movies..." Stan continued, "... you tend to find these things where they're not supposed to be found."
Immediatly, he put Ghost on a chair, put her hands behind her back and taped them together. The same thing he did for her feet. Just to be sure, he taped her mouth shut just as well. If she wakes up, she wouldn't be able to move one inch away from her seat.
"She was gone for a while though." Stan started, after he was finished with her, "What was she doing up there?"
"Only one way to find out." Ginger replied, suggestively.