"Good word," Sam said. It could have been patronizing but he clearly meant it exactly as he said it. It was a good word. One he liked, if he rarely had a reason to use it beyond Stanford and the odd crossword puzzle.

"I guess you could say that, but I probably wouldn't. I've helped a few spirits cross over, but most of the time I'm dealing with the pissed off ones that start trying to kill people. Or, I used to. Here, I feel more like a spirit guide." He glanced at Lucy and then back at Emma and smiled. "Pun intended."