Sheila nodded, looking down at the mug in her hands. "The spirit who'd jumped into Fizz's body was a young man, wearing a suit. He'd obviously suffered some trauma when he died, as his skin was bloody and bruised."
Ryan flinched at the images that invaded his memory.
"And the second guy?" Matt asked.
"The older man," Sheila said. "In uniform."
"He was the one who threw the axe," Ryan said quietly. Matt and Sheila looked at him. "When you were trapped in the pigeon loft, Matt. I tried to hit the door, but the axe bounced clean off. That man caught it, and he threw the axe at the door, and it opened. I think he was trying to help us."
"I think so, too," Sheila said. "See? There are some nice people after all." She sipped her tea and muttered, "There's hope for spirits yet."
"Sheila? Ca
